Not to be plucked and placed in your window to admire until I whither.
Your pulling and tugging will only make me limp and sag from my form
I take root deeper than your mind can fathom.
I am connected to The Vine, my source, my home-
I do not rip away from my nurturer, my provider.
So your childish tugs and pulls are not welcomed here-
I was destined to produce far more than I myself can be,
to leave behind greater seeds than I fulfill from my own growth.
To trust what feeds me rises within me, through the mud
allowing me to learn and seek and expand.
If you cannot comprehend how I am rooted in my soil
My seeds, my pedals, my fruit, they are not yours.