I wouldn’t coax the plant if I were you.
Such watchful nursing may do it harm.
Let the soil rest from so much digging
And wait until it’s dry before you water it.
The leaf’s inclined to find its own direction; Give it a chance to seek the sunlight for itself.
Much growth is stunted by too careful prodding, Too eager tenderness. The things we love we have to learn to leave alone.
Naomi Long Madgett