More Like The Flower
All it wants to do is grow brilliantly in the splendor of the life giving machine 93 million miles away.
It is humble in its beauty even though it knows its beautiful. Kind enough to share itself with all those who wish to take a glance.
It fears not, it hates not, it loathes not, it just wishes to do what its always done.
Maybe existence would be better if I was more like the flower.
Knowing the worth of myself and growing humbly under the warm sunshine as I live out my days.