Claudia

Green Fingers

 

Pick them from the ground 

Where they gracefully grew 

Had everything they needed 

To flourish then die.

 

Gave  the earth in turn, what it had to provide 

But I took them out,

Grabbed them and pulled

Until my vase was looking green-filled and full.

Took them home to enjoy for some time  

Knowing fault for their quicker decay
Will be fully mine.

 

And when the vase stood right in my view 

I started thinking

Whether I am doing the same thing to you?