Lifeless

Just when

a trace of sunbeam

tinged the blades;

In came

a puff of cool air.

Tilting the flagon,

I gazed at the stream of aqua

wetting the silt.

Some might tell it gave a new hope.

But they couldn't foresee

the enigma within.

Never more green,

never more lush

it defined fiction,

bordering reality.

Now arrived day 2,

Holding the flagon,

I waited 

for the familiar light.

It came for sure

but by itself.

For the leaves had withered

the green now grey.

They could've never known why,

But I did.