Plants Are A Riddle To Me

One would swear I was trying to kill,

The plant given to me when I was ill.

Placed on my desk in view of eye,

The little sucker always goes dry!

A gift from my wife to help with anxiety,

To bring the outdoors a bit inside to me.

Perched on my desk where often forgotten,

Leaves turn yellow, brown, and rotten.

When I notice its sad existence at last,

I save its poor life with a water-glass.

The very next say it looks happy and green,

And I don’t feel quite so anxious and mean.

So if like me – you’re not much of a green thumb,

Have your wife get you a Philodendron!

My sad philodendron I just watered for the first time in 3 weeks.
My sad Philodendron I just watered for the first time in 3 weeks!

 

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