A beautiful flower in the midst of trees
Reaches for light
But is shadowed by insecurities.
Talked down to by towering presences,
The seemingly less desired attempts to grow higher,
Puffs out its chest
In the place where light barely shines.
The trees notice and ohh and ahh
But their bending puts the light out of reach.
The flower makes more changes,
Cuts off its petals
Tries to be a tree.
A flower trying to be a tree
Is a flower with insecurities.
A fake tree is a thing without beauty.
--Ethan Seevers (Grade 11)