Beyond these four walls,
passed the spackle and brick I used to see,
passed these wooded trees
showing what would seem to be
perpetual beauty in front of me.

Its stems were wet from the morning dew.
Veins flexed glistening in the sun's view.
It'd soak up the sun every which way.
I've watched this flower blossom passing it
both night and day.

Petals long,
colorful quills,
its stems the tint of grass,
its roots of vigor build.

Unfortunate the day
the tire got away
leaving skid marks
torn up grass and dirt
every which way.

Where has the time gone?
How has it continued to go
whilst this small flower
could no longer grow?

Its body dismantled
with not much give.
It's too late,
it won't live.

Its vibrant petals
now brown and stiff,
they crackled in the breeze.
Its eager leaves now
drooped with no bliss.

Water
streams down this face
but like this flower,
his body too will wither away.

How can this be?
Seen them both
everyday.
I…

Heart heavy,
pit in my lungs.
Soil in despair,
no longer has purpose to grow.

Where is my flower?
Where is my friend?
How has this become?
This shouldn't have an end.