the green plant bends
towards
the warm light of morning sun.
accepting the water
I pour
with a thirsty
mouth of dirt.
what a simple life she leads.
master of no
one,
full of no regrets,
no remorse.
she just is.
green and wonderful
in her short sweet life.
she wonders not
when i'll
return, where i'm going.
there is nothing
she needs to know, or to learn,
just water,
just sun.
settled, and rooted
in this old glass
urn.
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