It’s been a very rough day,
I'm rushing home to hide away.
The world’s knocked me around today.
I’m feelin’ low… feeling beat down.
One more step I’m home;
good news, bad news, I’m alone.
Looking up there you are--
my beautiful, most cherished fern.
Sauntering over to give you pets
a patch of brown shows you're dead… what regrets.
Spinning into a panic attack,
I grab a scalpel and give it a whack.
The rest of the night I softly sing;
hopefully, I soothe the tender leaves.
I plead that you stay awhile.
Your lacy green brings me smiles.
Swear as soon as I called out,
the fern birthed a tender sprout .
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