I am not a plant you water to grow there is a garden inside my mind I have eaten my vegetables I have said my blessings I have cursed the scales I have had enough lessons the weather is the same up here the rain water is drowning I do not need more thorns to grow from the soil
I want the present to sprung the gift wrapped pollinating nose tickles the snake skin to shed the rain to create iridescent glow the sunrise to wake up the world to admire the array of buds the flower girl petals the colors only healing can paint