The plants aren’t all that different than me, I say.

The fog from cold nights,

My cries under fluorescent lights

All the same, the way I see it.

We are both connected.

Water yourself, fill the pit inside,

Then when the sun exposes its sheer lace

Allow the droplets to fly from my face.

Allow them to grace the sky.

They evaporate; and so will I.

One day I will be dry, the sun will be my fix

It’ll bring my smile, bring my wit.

This cycle does not sadden me,

The ups and downs make me feel free.

To be who I want to be;

So I will follow earth’s trend,

I will be here waiting till my very end.

For the fog to fall upon me and my leafy friends,

once more, again and again.