I wanted to know how it felt to be a flower,

So I went out naked into my backyard

And let the cold, cold rain fall on me for an hour,

And when the shower stopped,

The sun emerged from behind the clouds

And shined it’s warmth on me.

I grew 24 centimeters,

And my toes took root,

And my feet are now

A beautiful shade of darkest brown,

And I’m shooting out branches and shoots of green leaves,

And I may not know still

What it is to be a flower,

But I’m starting to see

What it is to be a tree these days.

-jenn