Flowering

I grow long and  

tall every day. 

I take in energy,  

I breathe out energy.  

The wind blows through  

me and sometimes it,  

Knocks me down.  

My beauty does not  

Shine through often.  

Yet when it does,  

I am loved and cared for,  

and I am admired! To the 

Point of death. You  

snatch me up. You 

cut off my point of growth. You 

showcase me like you are proud of me,  

But I know. 

I know how you bought me and 

brought me into this world, 

for this very reason.  

To kill me.