"I will feed my lights to the sea"
Said the girl to the plant.

"But I'll miss your skin when you leave"
The plant cried in protest.

"Oh, but I can not love you,  for you are green"
Her whispers hurdled against his stem.

"I would grow a heart and lungs by the Sun's beams,
If it only meant you,
Between my leaves."



She stepped to the sea, "You're too brittle!"
The plant grew after her. "You're too beautiful!"

The seaweed slapped at her toes,
The starfish lapped at her ankles.

"By any other name, you're just a rose."
"Forget the blue world; come to the green, my sweet!"
Her neck twisted skyward, and she froze.



The Sun bent down and kissed her on the face.
"Do not leave your light to the sea," His bright face rang in melancholy.
"He's but a star, to me you are the Sun!" The plant sang in jealousy.

But as the heat beat down and the vines dug into her skin,
She refused.



And so, with the slip and slap of waves her jewels glittered into the sea,

The tears of a single plant too weak to fight the current
And the light of a star too dim to outshine the light.

And so, there with the slip and slap of waves, her jewels were finally free.