I gave you beauty as it melted off my hands
Showered you in prose
Bathed you in stories
But it was not enough
And so you will say that when I am ripped from my stem that I will begin to rot
But little do you know my roots run deeper, and they run wide
There will be far more down below that you've failed to see I hide
I will grow stronger and with vigor, dashing and true
Because when you tried to bury me I was a seed
And in time you'll see a new being entirely indeed.
