I used to see myself as a seed,
small, and unsure of what I was to become.
Funny I thought myself a flower,
insignificant, destined to fertilize something greater than I.
I knew nothing then of gardens,
I dreaded every change of weather with knowledge I would wither.
How relieving to find I am a perennial,
solaced in that each death of the self brings forth,
new and brighter petals,