Disclaimer: Written when I was 15. Here for completeness.
Tending
Nestled deep in damp embrace of earth,
A seed began to grow.
Faster now, the small green fingertips,
Reaching out
For sunlight's glow.
And I tended it devotedly,
Watered each and every day,
And soon enough, it began to bloom
Into beauty
Beyond compare.
Luminescent spirals, of red and violet hues,
Intricate geometries
Of deepest ocean blue.
And maybe I grew complacent,
Stopped taking so much care,
Or maybe oncoming winter winds
Blew harsh and chilled the air.
But one day, I came across
A petal, lying pale, grey, and lifeless,
Fallen down upon the grass.
And over the next few dismal days,
I watched as several more
Joined their friend upon the ground
Like shards of broken glass.
The flower, wilting and withered,
Its colour drained away.
There was nothing I could do,
But only watch and stare.
And as I watched the flower die,
I felt cold, helpless despair.
But it was a beautiful flower.