I prayed that she would die

I’d like to see her wilt

To eat the dirt that holds her in place

To return to where she first came

Even with my prayers

She remains the same

Strong despite my negligence

Despite all my mistakes

She devours the sun and inhales the rain

She refuses to go to spite me alone

She has bees to feed and petals to keep

She cares for the gardens needs

Living solely to please

I am tired of the blooming soul that refuses to die

That sees me begging for its end and wonders why