Somedays it is slow and the stomping is not around me.
Somedays it is chaos as my neighbors are pulled.
Somedays they come and go often, while others just get water.
Somedays the birds come and get a closer look.
Somedays I can feel the dogs running by.
Somedays I hope that I am ready.
Other days I hope it is not my turn.
I know not where we go once we leave the soil.
I’ve heard, they wash us and tart us up pretty.
I’ve been told, we are displayed and observed
I’ve understood they will take us to their homes
I’ve considered, where is my life taking me?
People say we are sustaining
People say they look at us with adoration
People say our colors are stunning
People say we are the center of attention
All I know is I am part of a whole
All I know is that I work hard to grow
All I know is my resilience is true
All I know is that I will come through
I hope I am picked today by someone!
I am ready!

~Auster