Some rather ambiguous potted plant, drawn just as cheerful as the poem it's mirroring, which goes like this: And here I stand. Like a plant, Shivering in the cold... Letting my poor stems grow With leaves withering in the darkness And roots shrivelling in a soil without nutrition Waiting for your call. And after hours, days, weeks, you do. At last sun, almost blinding, hot like a sauna! And life to the soil, And rain and rainbows And I bloom! in my happiness to be near you... But I am but a potted plant. I won't grow large, I won't see bees, my time in this Earth is limited. And all too soon you're gone. And here I stand. Like a plant, Shivering in the cold...

Voilà, some morose Friday poetry for you (in picture and ALT-text) and an equally cheerful plant. Hope you'll enjoy.
(As an artist is someone that makes people happy...
...O-t-h-e-r people.)

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