I shovel the dirt in the ***,
And white rocks for display.
I start to dig an empty spot,
In soil, my plants lay.
A small obsession has grown large,
My love grows like a plant.
As roots stem out, they start to lurch,
In hopes of sun, they slant.
After time, they will get bigger,
And demand attention.
My small connection to the Earth,
For only plants, I’m patient.
Time and time again I’ll check,
And watch all my plant’s growth.
The roots are long and stems are thick,
And bigger than I’ve hoped.
They have been dead but back to life,
So easy to revive.
My mother’s plants have had some strife,
Yet mine always survive.
This is the last poetry assignment. My teacher liked my previous ballad poems and encouraged me to write another one. I wish I wrote something more deep and meaningful, but succulents work too!