My life has been a carrot, erupting though dirt.
I first was a sprig of green, blown by wind.
Then my crown pushed up to reveal
a much bigger me, coated in dirt
that knew I was part of a field
other carrots all around, not alone.
Sun and rain fed me, made me strong.
I was self-sustaining and certain.
No one told me about rabbits
or farmers with hoes.
…and now this happy story turns to
one of woe.