Pains painted over the leaves,
Hardly photosynthesize.
Chlorophyll slowly disappear
As the green pigmentation go beyond.
Fructose slightly disapprove
In the eyes of the gardener.
No budding show dream anymore
Slow filtration govern.
Can’t change the place,
Can’t change the soil,
Can’t change the weather
For the plants beneath it, it will stay
There for perfect growth.
Though the rain still rain
Though the soil still fertile
Though the sun still light
But aint happy anymore.