I wonder if the plant knows that she is growing,
If she is frustrated by her stagnancy.
I wonder if she looks to the left and to the right of her and wishes...
'Maybe if I had more flowers or maybe if my roots were deeper'.
Or is she simply happy to be there?
Happy to have her place in the garden,
Happy to be among other beautiful and diverse plants.
Happy when the sun shines,
Happy when the wind blows,
Happy when rain pours.
Then one day, realizes that she stands two feet taller than she did before.
My friend, I urge you to look back on your growth.