Sometimes I think i’m a plant

Some even say I act like the color green

I’ve never been a flower but a plant is fine

They’re strong and provide for the environment

They give their strength to stems of leaves and color

Plants will reach towards the sun,

to better grow their ends

They will give energy to the dying, sick stems,

not strong enough to stand yet folding carelessly about the side

When the leaves on my plants turn orange and brittle,

I pluck them off

They snap as if twigs and my green tree is left without her dress

She is empty and cold

But once again is fully green

I don’t water her much but I plan to pluck off the stems next week as well

I persevere what little fight it has left

and continue to let it lie in the sun