In the Eyes of a Flower

I sit in the middle of a meadow, Staring at the passing sky. Tall, green blades surrounds me, Gently moving from the light breeze Suddenly, I am torn away from my home, The place I grew up in for all of my years. Flesh wraps around my body, Strangling me. I am passed to another as I lay there, Slowly dying. I am placed into a glass cage with others, The meadow is gone, The grass is gone, The breeze is gone, But the sky is still there. I stare up at it and suddenly, I am reminded of home in the meadow. I am a flower.