There are times when I cannot let a plant grow, Times when I think it'll forget me. Times when I think it'll outgrow me. Times where who planted it won't matter anymore. I sometimes forget how much it takes for me to let go. To forget the beginning and look forward to the future. I want to know what the seed would look like, the color it'll show, the beauty that it'll give. But I cannot let go of the small seed. The small seed fits right into my palm as if we were meant to hold each other. I think I lack the courage to let it meet the ground.
There are times when I can let a plant grow, Times when I think I'll forget it. Times when I think I'll outgrow it. Times where I even forgot I planted it. It took a lot for me to let go. I liked how the flower turned out, the petals turned yellow, it gave beauty. I forgot what it was before it is now. The flower fits right into my palm as if we were meant to hold each other. I thought I lack the courage to let it meet the ground.
-Stel