I watch them rest without the stress
that comes with bloom when out of womb.
A womb that gave a loving start
by giving nourishment with heart.
But when the day says go and grow
they stretch on up to see the world.
They see the truth without the thoughts
that could confuse them til they rot.
Yet some are given the great chance
to let their pollen have a dance.
Making a tracks of their own line
to keep their family in mind.
But some are treated without glee
and end up smothered by the weeds.
So all I can do in this life,
is see the beauty til I die.