sprang up and only one loved me

as i kept growing another saw potential for what i could be

i had some periods where i didnt grow and my planter became more distant

my roots started diversing and i went a little haywire, and only the other followed where i went

watering me and had a lot od encouranging words, cutting off the thorns and dead leaves that hurt

as i began to wilt still the other never went away

but my bird had enough and flew astray

i thought i was alone and my petals turned black

but i didnt see the waterer that never turned his back