My plant is alive. Her vibrant green leaves stretch towards the sun-- tanning like a ******* a beach.
The soil that once betrayed her now befriends her and helps her flourish. The warmth from the window cradles each small limb down to her roots. Photosynthetic joy overcomes her. Encompassed by his love-- growing stronger each and every day.
Spring is drawing near, and I am glad I left my window open so the vernal light could drift in. The rain and wind that hardened her did not stop her from rising up again. Oh, how time has eased her pain.
No, the cold didn't agree with her, but it'll take more than that to **** her. The broken leaves that fell to her feet now serve as a reminder of what she once was. She's not so lonely anymore, for he smiles at her and knows she can only grow more.