The sunflower plant hung low
As if on the verge of its death
The soil was moist and raw
Yet the plants seemed, out of breath

The glow of the flowers vanished
And the green leaves wilted
Other flowers followed the same
And with this change, all silted

The sun baked the soil like a mud cake
As watered plants lose their motion
Today they seem to be sick to smile,
A greenhouse, maybe an opt solution?


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