There was only one thing the old witch cared about,
it was her flower,
at the top of her tower
Each morning she’d climb the stairs with care
not to slip, always being aware
Holding her watering can tightly so not to spill a drop
She’d always make it to the top
Every Spring she’d plant a seed
It was the beauty that she’d need
Her life was dark and full of hate
Not her fault, it was her fate
The old witch was lonely for many years
One day she’d die, twas her only fear
“Oh beautiful flower upon the top
Keep me company until I drop
If you die and leave me one day
My life will be a total dismay”
This is what the old witch would say
Repeating herself everyday
One day she looked up to see
The drooping flower, how could this be
By the time she made it to the top
Her beautiful flower had dropped
Nothing left in her life now alone
She had no more seeds to be sown
Off the top of her tower she jumped
Found on the bottom in a slump
©Susan Zutautas 2019
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This is written for What do you See challenge.
Susan's Place 
Makes one think about fate and how perchance it could be changed…
that the care of that flower held such power that the witches soul found joy in life and maybe even in sharing an ending.
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MAGIC SUSAN, I JUST HOPE HER LAWNMOWER WORKS, CHINA
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Ah, I did not expect that ending, this is so fantastic, Susan. I love the rhymes you created.
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Thanks so much!
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You are welcome.
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Awwww what an evocative story!
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Thank you 🙂
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