once upon a time their words flooded his petals
and sparked a waterfall
cascading solely down

the stem that was his mind
had been picked
ripped, torn from the roots
cutting the circulation between his thoughts

just before it rushes over the edge
a human picks it up and carries it ashore,
putting him in a cup of tap water
without knowing the method was temporary

the deep sighs of time cut into his petals
like ravines and trenches
the stem has inevitably grown less immune to tear
but no one told the humans to be careful

do not let your landscape change you

you are a flower
you have fallen into ravines and waterfalls
and torrents of rain
and down steep hills

but you started stable
i know you did
and you will come full circle.