She is dead,

My tiny little potted plant

Her leaves scattered 

Just below the loft

 

Dry and lifeless she lay

Dead stalk shivering

As the wind swayed

The loft so high

 

Oh! Who could have done it?

I glared angry at the sun

You must have scorched

My poor plant to dust

 

Oh! Who could have done it?

I swore at the dripping hose 

You swamped my poor little thing

Flooded her roots

 

Oh! Who could have done it?

I accused the harsh winds

You shook her tender stalk 

Till she bent

 

Oh! Who could have done it?

I raged at the storm

Your lightning struck her 

Little spirit out 

 

Oh! Who could have done it?

I screeched at the pot

You suffocated her growing spirit

Stunted her to death

 

Her leaves rustled

As if greeting me for one last time

I could hear her whisper

But where were you?