We saw the flower at full bloom,
picked it up.
witnessed it slowly withering,
didn't perk it up.
For we did not know how to
(we've never seen it at its stage of growth),
and don't sense a strong will to,
(for we picked it up one fine afternoon by chance or by luck
so it wouldn't hurt that much to see it go).

We wouldn't have seen it so full of life, then developing a hunch with time, if we hadn't picked it up a season ago anyway.
It was that beautiful flower wrapped in plastic and ribbons, not the one in the pot. I do not know how to grow it again.

Flower is wilting, but it is not dead. I wish for you to save it -
I will not know how to till you find that will to.
It is not fair, but it was never fair to start with,
there wouldn't be such a bloom if I hadn't put it in that bottle.

But to you who found it in the first place, (thank you).
though raising a child is a greater challenge than giving birth to one.
Save it, don't kill it further, save it -
like the overturned reincarnated pitchers near the spirals.

Fret not if you don't, for we might not have discovered it
it we hadn't tread on that path one season ago. anyway.
So we shall pretend we never did, or smile at it then walk on.
Just know the tired care taker will not feed it a drop of water
as much as she is aching to do so. Let it lie in fate's hands, or yours.

She is tired and has better things to do.
She is sorry she killed part of it too.