Planimal
If I was a flower,
would I help you breathe?
If you were out and about
would you stop to pick me?
well, only if my petals
are soft and pretty
and if you happen
to be allergic,
perhaps I could
transform into a tree
I wonder, what
do they think?
Like when we pass away,
where does our soul go?
Does it appear
elsewhere
while our bodies
decompose?
I don’t want to stay the
same, I want to change
I want everyone to
feel alive this way,
to listen and let
everyone have a say
in the end, all of
us will be gone
our roots that connect our
branches are what make us strong
we've survived through
the wind and the rain,
this life itself and
the mental strain
I always think about
if plants could talk,
Would they rise
from their soil
and visit with me
on my walk?
Would they make
a judgement
on someone for
who they are?
Would they
convince me
to ride my bike more
often than drive in a car?
surely, plants must
have a personality
I open up a window
to the small balcony
and water them first
thing in the morning
there’s a connection
with no words,
but there's the
same fight for living
I will someday be
one with them in
the dirt, awaiting
for a new beginning
- Leah Rae