Description: For Day 21 of NaPoWriMo.
All I’ve got are roots and stems
Grown in deep though I long to move
A few leaves pop
There’s a few, small, budding blooms
Yet I fret
Have I watered enough?
Did I even plant in a suitable place?
I try to wait for those buds to bloom
But the frost is coming
So I sigh
Will I ever see rewards?
Color from the toil of my hands?
I fear the sun will never come