Maturity

The world revolves around me. They listen when I'm silent and they're quiet when I shout. From a seed to a sprout. I hate the crowd, the noises. A bunch of thick-headed nuisances. I'm better, but they don't believe. The sprout forms the leaves. I love to please the people. Their praises feed my ego but I don't sleep well at night. A flower blooms bright. The world and I co-exist, we'll fight then make it up. Mindfulness is an attribute. The flower bears fruit.