I contain many beautful things

Things such as roses and dasies

But you know what's crazy

The crazy thing is that's all people see

People don't come to see me in the fall

I have nothing enticing at all?

My dirt is exposed

Exposed to the Earth for everyone to see

But everything just leaves

They leave when they no longer see the lush grass

Don't want to see me for me

Used for the pleasure of others for good time

But when I want to grow and start anew people despise it

Well I say, I quit!!!