The Conditions Weren’t Right

I watched it die
Once a big bountiful plant,
it soon shrank in size
Flowers ceased to blossom from its petals
I couldn’t cultivate new ones
I tried my hardest –
I watered it when dry,
yet not enough light
I placed it in the sun
With light too direct, the leaves burned

Given the circumstances,
I tried what I could –
cut the leaves back
and relocate the plant
Incapable of keeping up with the maintenance
Apparently, I signed on for too much

I watched leaves crunch and wither away
Excited by the prospects of growth,
Sanguine about newly sprouted green leaves
Ever so watchful,
I gave it what I could;
out of nowhere,
the new growth dangled then died off

Ultimately, the conditions weren’t right;
though I tried,
I couldn’t nurture this plant.