A plant poem

If I was a plant, which one would I be?

I would grow tall, so I could see.

I would grow wide, filled with sun's light,

from side to side,

roots in soil, so right.

If I was a plant, which one would I be?

I would receive rain's shower, and be majestic like a tree.

I would breathe, the wind in my spirit,

from head to toe,

filled, with it.

I would be free.

I would be me.