Its leaves were brown and hardened
Its touch was hard and cold
Turned to crisp from a tender stem
A fresh green plant that now looked old

Its twigs were weak, its branches falling
Its bark was hollow with rotting wood
Soon enough there’d be nothing but a stump
Where the majestic tree once stood

Petals facing down, ashamed to show
Old and wilted, dull and grey
A brightly coloured flower it was
Back when it was young

Seeing these old and dying plants
Fills my heart with sorrow
Not for the old plants who have withered away
But because there isn’t a new generation
To take their place