The Incurable Grief

I look underneath at my friend

I tickled pink at what she made for herself

God gave her cronies and colors

And soulful, gleeful and cheerful flowers

Days flew and slowly months,

As God gave her a creed of humans

They lured her with designs and entertainment

But little did I know, this joy will turn into resentment

Centuries and million years flew with the snap of a finger

My friend, oh my friend! She is down with the incurable grief

I knew it I guessed it! The humans!

I was the star watching my friend collapse, unable to help her a bit...