His eyes opened.
Stamens surrounded his face.
Sun, however, was on his mind and heart.
He watched older cousins, aunts, and
uncles rise to the surface.
Their victory blessed him with small
tendrils of heat across his petals.
He knew there was something special
about that place above him.
He couldn't stop until the sun and him
could play together forever.
Distractions tried to trap him and choke his
Ghosts of flowers past laid to his right and
left who's suicidal motivation overcame
their heart's drive for greatness.
The sun was his prize.
The sun was gold.
Dragonflies and bees buzz "Eye of the
Tiger" to his staples.
He ingested patience and searched for
company that wanted the sun just like he
Some of their petals were different colors,
but he didn't mind.
Moments of discouragement turned into
minutes of delight.
Minutes of delight turned into months of
He cherished those times.
Dirt and Water were not his end any
more...he had the power.
To change the ending.
To control the narrative.
To connect finally with the
victorious perennials who basked in