Spoken by Irene:

In a little brown bowl, a violet there does lay
Its drooping velvet leaves fill me with dismay
At first I was unhappy, for fear that it would die
This feeling surged through me, for to save it I must try

I used a little tin foil, placed gently under the leaves
Then mixed a special potion, now the violet could feed
They say if you talk to plants, they bloom and they grow
Lovingly I spoke my thoughts but it didn't want to know

As the days slipped by, I watched it sink, then fade
I have an empty brown bowl now, where once a violet lay