Deadly Drought

The hard dirt suffocates her. ‘Only a few more days,’ she thinks. 

As cold water sinks into her roots she screeches in fear. 

A soft green sprout erupts from her.

Every day she longs to grow taller, 

She desires to befriend majestic trees and lay by their strong, comforting roots.

But the trees only boast of their strong trunks, cackling at her.

Drops of dew trail painfully slow down her thin, short stem.

As she grows, her lemonade pink petals dance with the wind, prancing away.

The strong but distant smell of death lingers in the air as sharp blades snip the grass nearby.

The drought approached her slyly as the clouds drank all the water she had left.

Her silky petals stretched out like a tongue reaching down to the ground.

At last she accepted her fate,

Her brown stem crumpled into a mound as her seeds watched her,

Fearing the ugly future to come.