The Flower

I am not the flower.

I am the plant.

The flower only grows in season.

You celebrate the bloom while it lives; sigh at its demise when it falls.

But I am not the flower.

I am the plant.

You want me to be the flower.

I am not the flower.

I am the seed buried and bursted through layers of soil - dark - 

reaching for light and grasping for water. 

I am the plant.