The Only PlantMature

My mother has never been good with keeping plants alive. She always ends up forgetting they have feelings too...

There is only one plant that wilts when I am close, but blooms around those who have a pH even more contrasted to mine. Yet still, I see how it is beautiful.

There is only one plant that shines so bright that it damages my leaves even worse than the UV-B rays of the sun. Yet still, I see how it is loveable.

There is only one plant that wraps it's roots around mine, shares it's minerals with me but steals all my water. Yet still, I see how it is caring.

Gradually they all grow, twisting and turning, reaching for the sunlight. I just let them, I don't believe that the sun will ever help me to grow.

All of a sudden they remind me of my mother.

All of a sudden I've lost all that makes me a plant. I don't know how I'm still managing to stick out of the ground.

I am the only plant left. 

Tick tock tick tock tick tock...

The End

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