If the cosmos sought to recreate me
As one of her plants
What a most beautiful life that would be.
I'd come into her house, a seed in earth
Held in her soft hands
With her sweet tenderness growing my worth.
She can see the future, what I will be
Pour love into soil
And smile as I begin growing my leaves.
She'd fawn to her friends of every new sprout
And give me a name
Maybe Henry, Pickle, Daniel or Scout.
Where others see a fern, she sees new love,
Something to treasure
Breathing the exhalation from her lungs.
I'd unfurl my plume for her eyes alone,
Hear her sweet whispers
In a place I know would always be home.
Aug 8, 2022
Aug 8, 2022 at 11:05 AM UTC