(I felt like writing a Pokemon poem all of the sudden. See how many references you can get. I tried to make it a bit feelsy, but it surely needs editing. Enjoy)

The odd-ish.

The flower daycare, a center for grass creature in need of nourishment.
A long batch of soil cover with glossy weed.
They sink beneath the earth filled with mystic water.
A wild youngster spots an odd leaf, “Is it a shiny?”
“The mighty drought has bested it” the florist mourn.
It’s now better as compost for the seed lord, she implied.
I choose you he said to it, as he shook out the struggle bug.
Its sunny day bright lightly another turn, it has surely leveled up in delight.
Every day was a sweet scent, when they were side by side.
A generation pass its prime, from youngster to ace the trainer evolved.
The great abundance declared it’s time.
A content smile shined from the plant pot.
Petal dance can only last so long, but it was super effective.
“Is it time to return?” the champion at heart said weeping with a smile.
Victory upon the fainted. That was quite the experience.