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.