When an Interest Begins to Wane

When an interest begins to wane.
As if a weeding from a flowered crop...
Suddenly stops,
An attention given.

This is noticed as a harvest,
Drops its flourishing known.
And the one who daily nourished it...
Finds a more suitable taste to explore.
A task addressed and once adored.

When an interest begins to wane.
And a welcomed rain,
Now pours to go ignored...
To drown what fed.