For some of us
Roots are long and deep
You pull and pull,
But it keeps going, going, going
These plants flourish in the sun,
But others shade them from what they need,
The giant, pretty flowers, they tower over these beautiful plants
Until they feel like they are nothing,
Until they shrink back into the soil,
Until the roots become the only part of them
But sometimes, sometimes, deep within the soil,
One of these plants sees another, They see how beautiful the other is,
And they wonder why they are hiding
They both had suffered the same fate,
Feeling like nothing, becoming nothing but roots.
But together they grow, they grow, they grow,
Lifing each other up, being the encouragement they always needed
Until they’re higher than the trees will ever be.
For others, roots are short
They appear thick and long on the surface
But do not travel far
They wither and die off fast
They rely on the deep-rooted
To keep them alive
But do they thank them? No.
They continue on, not a care,
Until the plant starts to wither again,
But they hide it and steal from others
These plants are tall and mighty,
Towering above others,
Making others cower in their shadow.
But sometimes, sometimes
A smaller plant will rise
Up, up, up, unexpectedly,
The enormous plant doesn’t know how to react,
No one had ever been as tall as it,
No one had ever dared to try to reach its height
So when the plant grows taller and taller,
The short-rooted plant is left in the shadows
To wither and die.
Yay for second post and still not knowing how to end this (and also the daily prompt for 4/26/17 )