When the sun shines
why do I not align perfectly
with the other rosebuds?
Why do I not bend and twist
at the Earths every last resort to try
and keep me warm?
When the rain pours down
onto the soil why do I not soak up
the nourishment I need to keep myself fed?
When all the other rosebuds bloom into
flowers I could only dream of being
why am I stuck looking up at them?
When will I prosper?