Seeds to Rot

In a moments notice, your garden can wither.

I've left my seeds to rot.
In a spot without fertile earth-
save the sand falling from my hands.
Time is running out.
Water always wasted,
and memories cloud my mind.
Thoughts drowning in water
can not swim-
say, don't I know this?
An overbearing drought
brought from tender love-
Ha! a decrepit lot.
Midst this dying flora comes to perch,
humming bird grasping shirt.
Mistakenly forgot to spot,
my garden off in Collins...
I've left my seeds to rot.

The End

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