Flowers

I stare outside of my lonely home,

and see the neighbours I’ve always known.

 

Their garden filled with the colours of dreams,

for I wish to have such a garden that gleams.

 

But every time I try,

The flowers always die.

 

I have a basket of seeds for every flower I know,

yet neither flower decides to grow.

 

The neighbours water their flowers every day,

and I have done just the same.

 

Their flowers seem so happy and bright in their yard,

but mine will never change.

 

The neighbours laugh happily outside of their home,

but I just stay inside and observe them alone.

 

For I wish to have such nice flowers like theirs.