The water pooled on the thirsty ground; as if the arid dirt took it's time soaking up every drop. It was only overspill from bathing my spoiled fern. Domesticated plants come first. They dwell in the warm, fertile, specially bought soil, while you wild plants are on your own. My Ivey looks condescendingly upon the others, as if to say, "it's been a hot day hasn't it? Glad I live in a pot on not in the brittle dry ground!" My monkey grass have large rings of moisture under their pots. After all, it has been a hot several days. My trees give a look of disapproval as I manicure the pampered leaves. And I walk into my cool cave, proud of my special plants.
Well hidden in her nature
Neither flower nor weed
But don't get too close`or touch her
She'll share her venom indeed
Her leaves and her vines
They climb and attatch
So just look from a distance
Her love's a poisonous batch
She can hide in her forest
Or proudly climb up a wall
Just beware that her dangers
Befall all those who call.
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