My other bad poem was not bad enough, I realize. Here is another attempt. This is about as bad as I can make it.
I am surrounded by beautiful plants, and happy
I have some beautiful works of art on the wall
That have taught me beauty
And about beauty
The plants need watering, which
Has taught me about thirst, the thirst
Not just for water, but for spiritual nourishment and
Perhaps for beauty as well?
As Antonio Machado wrote, we know water quenches thirst
(And that beautiful glass makes good receptacles for water)
But who knows what
thirst is for?