I want to feel beautiful
I want to breathe in the dew drops of morning flowers
So I, myself, can bud.

I want to grow petals
Of the prettiest pastels
And have their beauty seep into my pores.

I want to sprout leaves
Of the greenest green
And take their strength and learn to support myself.

I want to soak in the sun
Strive of the rain
And emit not only oxygen into this world...
                                                        ­                     *but purpose