Beside a wall with soil nourished,
I dug a pit and placed a seed.
I hoped the plant to grow and flourish,
As pretty as a rose and taller than a tree.

The soil was nourished and weather was bright,
I watered days and nights to see,
And hoped the speed would take a flight,
Grow pretty as a rose and taller than a tree.

Some days and nights went past in all,
The plant turned out to be a ****.
The **** was still believed to grow,
As pretty as a rose and taller than a tree.

Some days and months and years went past,
The **** was still a normal ****.
I told the **** its goal at last,
As pretty as a rose and taller than a tree.

More days and months and years went by,
Half dead and dried but still a ****.
I roared and roared to criticize,
Not pretty as a rose nor taller than a tree!

The wall however liked the ****,
It drove away the loneliness.
The flower also loved the scene,
Cause **** lit up her gracefulness.

Why should I wish my poor old ****,
Appeal of roses and height of trees?