i know how you feel
we waited so long to sprout
but people finally noticed us when we bloomed
they pick on us when we’re too young
they say we’re not beautiful once we’ve dried off
once our petals have fallen and we are just old stems
they throw us away
once we are old and wrinkly
because they don’t know that we have more value
what are we even made for except to look beautiful?
what are we made for except to reproduce?
is that all we are to them?
they tell us to grow
but they pick us and snip us from our bush
they don’t understand
that you can do so much more than what they say you can
they may say you and i are alike
but we are not
you are a tree
everblooming, versatile, and free.