Photosynthesis

Plants are so free, they are allowed to grow up, or down to the side, they embody their roots to the ground as far as they can down, and grow as high as they will decide…. I wish I were a plant, for some reason a plant has the freedom we people don’t. Then again, a plant can always be suddenly ripped from its security, we don’t hear it cry out in pain, but we see it as the days go by, it gets depressed, we try to nurture it, but it still only lasts for so long, before we picked it, before we interfered it was a wonderful thing, full of life and beauty. Now look at it this way…. we are the plants and we are the pickers, and in turn we destroy ourselves, we pick us up, put us on the table for all to see and admire, and we have to keep up a look to still be loved, but then we cant handle the climate, to surroundings, and we begin to wither, we begin to brown, we begin to die…. and when there is no more use for us, we are thrown to the side, there in the garbage we lie…. we lie there, and slowly die…. welcome to life.