At first a seedling unaware of self
Sprouting automatically in life.
Soon I see a purpose growing,
My job to blossom and thrive
To stake my claim on the earth
With my own seedlings to birth
And seek my place and fame
A full blown radiant flower.
Striving to be above my peers,
I succeed in being brighter.
And flourish in the sun’s favor
Until my great season passes,
And I fade and wilt and die
Just like all the other flowers.

Bob Boyd