Greedy Pine, Thirsty Blossoms
(a Four-verse Cinquain)
Parched
red roses
bow their heads
in pain filled surrender,
finished.
Faded
holly hocks
give up hope,
too sad to care,
colorless.
Wilted
sweet peas
loose their talons,
shrivel, curl in sorrow,
die.
Healthy
white pine
sucks up moisture
and grants no mercy,
thrives.
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