A unique flower I had once,
Well watered and in the finest vase.
On the best window ledge it sat
Where the sun's smile was daily
Until it gradually refused to take in water anymore.
Nor flourish.

The air felt stale to it
Its glorious perch it grew to resent
Despite all efforts to nurture,
It chose to wilt.

I step out onto the porch
To the hill I walk
In my search for a flower willing to bloom.
A hand shading my eyes from the sun
I scan the plains ahead,
To the horizon if possible.

All the flowers looked the same
I wanted something different
But none appealed.
In dismay, I turned
And back to my cabin I went.

Now I sit with my elbows on the ledge
Staring at the transparent vase
With its lonely water
Wondering
How long this vase will stay empty.