I am a seed
I am planted and nurtured, carefully tended as I grow, there is no knowledge of what I will become, a beginning awaiting
I am a flower
Yellow and bright, I bring joy as I begin to flourish and attract the attention I desire from the honeybees and the attention that is detrimental from the mites that threaten me. They ask only to consume regardless of the destruction, with holes in my body I carry on
I am a dandelion
I grow and spread, my bright light begins to diminish as I release my calyx into the air like ideas but they are poisoned and threatened by the world, crushed by ignorance,
insight is not wanted here, replaced by the lovely but sessile rose in favor of her beauty
I am a weed
I am crushed underfoot, my worth bent down to nothing but the grassy remains of my dying stem.
I am detritus.
Muddy and brown, I am swept into the depths of the grass where I cannot be seen, I am consumed by mushrooms and my energy becomes refocused
I am fungi
Resilient and strong, with one head cleaved, my roots keep me living. I heave through the sidewalk cracks of life, refusing to be crushed by the weight of ignorance.
I am spores in the air
I spread my thoughts, my ideas, I wish to educate the world on what they refuse to acknowledge, I intend to show my worth, to show that the smallest of beings can be invaluable, that each life matters.
I am treated as a contaminate
To live your life feeling as unwanted as a germ, swept into the gutters and covered and hidden.
I am regrowth
From the earth where I am buried I sprout, resilient and strong, once again the bright yellow flower of the dandelion, this time, though, I have learned and I am ready to begin anew, in a new yard with new inhabitants I will spread once more
In a world where stopping to smell the roses is the only virtue, I strive to make the dandelions blossom.