Water on Rocks
The plants were hidden in abandoned jars
Beneath obscene piles of rocks
Invisible by those of vacant stares
Except to one who knocks.
With careful ending, the plants grew tall
Giving thanks to those who care
Now the beauty is seen by all
The plants won first prize at the fair.
"Whose are these plants?", said pasersby,
I told them they were mine
Oh, no, said wrinkled faces sly,
You did not pay a dime.
The neighbors took the plants and ran
Dropping them along the way
I gathered them softly in a pan
To bloom another sunny day.
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