Plant Poetry
On earth I began my life
In the form of a seed unaware
of the potential of what I can
Be.
Am I a flower, plant, weed, or a tree?
I do not know until I am watered and
The light of the sun touches me.
Even the process of my life cycle can
Be thought of as living poetry.
It's Ok that I am however many feet
Buried in the ground I won’t starve because
Nature design me to make my own
Food.
“After all I am self-sufficient that way”
As long as I have a place and space
I will grow but into what? That is for
Life to decide what will become of me
The seed that was planted no longer remaining
In its protective shell
NO!
My purpose is to grow and show my brilliance
For all to see.
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