The flowers, once so lovely, are now riddled with decay.
Brittle leaves peel and crack, echoes of fallen beauty.
I used to love waltzing through this field.
The morning mist caressed my delicate skin.
Today, I fall to my knees.
The cold earth welcomes me.
There is nothing left.
The flowers wilt.
"'Languish' describes the deterioration of things once-beloved, the abating of life and vitality." - Emily Pottebaum, 12th grade, Adel-DeSoto-Minburn High School.