Poinsettia

So beautiful, yet poisonous is the poinsettia. Protecting herself from us with a vendetta. We put it out as a center-piece decoration. Withering away and weakening, during our celebration. Its magnificent, bright red leaves a stern warning. Ignored while we brazenly look adorning. We see her brilliance and forget to be cautious. A little mistake with her and you'll become nauseous. We know that when a plant is plucked from the ground, it stops growing and slowly fades, without making a sound. We will nourish it and give it water to make it last longer. Eventually she ceases the care and cannot become stronger. A few weeks after the holidays, her splendor can no longer astound. She has lost all her luster and her leaves have browned. We no longer need this now hideous thing and we'll toss it out. We'll wait for the next season, when the new fields start to sprout.