Plants go through cycles,
each different and unique.
Some grow, fall, regrow;
some die after their peak.
I see new life in
the cactus on my shelf.
I think it’s time to
do some growing myself.
I do not know my
flower, I hope it thrives,
surrounded by light
and pollinator hives.
I may bloom in pink,
blue, yellow, purple, white.
Whatever color,
for me it will be right.
I must stretch my leaves
to reach that vibrant sun.
It won’t be easy,
but growing must be done.