Life Poetry

A Single Flower

A single flower.

A single person?

Not a person at all?

Who am I?

I am a flower?

But I can see through my own eyes.

Can you not?

You are a person.

A single person.

I am a flower.

A single flower.

You can see all flowers.

And so can I.

But I am only but a flower.

Or am I?

For I can see through my own eyes.

And you can see through your own eyes.

You can see all the flowers.

And so can I.

But you say I'm just a flower.

Though we both see the same thing.

Why are you a person?

And I just a flower?

Why aren't you a flower too?

And me another person?

Am I not the same as you?

One who can see what you see.

One who can smell what you smell.

One who can taste what you taste.

One who can love what you love.

Am I not the same?

But I am just a flower.

Right?

Or am I a person?

I am different from other flowers.

I think differently.

And ask different questions.

But all flowers see you.

And so can I.

Does that make us all the same?

Even though we are different?

Does that make you different too?

Even though we are the same?

And because I can see you.

As well as all the flowers.

All the flowers can see you too.

And see everyone else.

Does that make us all the same?

And does that make me different because I am the only one asking?

Even though I am the same as you and everyone else?

But you say I'm different.

I'm an individual amongst other flowers.

But you say that to other flowers as well.

If we are all different.

We are all the same.

And we all see you.

Are we different?

Are we the same?

They are the same.

They believe you.

They believe in you.

I am different.

I do not believe you.

I do not believe in you.

But I know you exist.

I am different.

You are different.

But all the other flowers and you are the same

I am not a person.

But a flower.

A single flower.