She Was a Marigold; How Did She Grow To Be So Withered? A Short Poem

She was a marigold

Bright and strong;

How did she grow to be so withered?

She would dance in the rain,

Laugh in the rain,

So how did she grow to be so withered?

Was it the sun that stopped shining?

Is that why she’s dying?

How did she grow to be so withered?

I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw her

The one I knew; No longer

I couldn’t believe she’d become so withered.

E.S