A seed that too comfy to grow up in a small pot.
Now I am a shoot.
A time I've known before, has come.
I got to get out from my pot.
It is too small. It has too little soil for me to grow up.
Made me too comfy with all things around.
I have to get out.
Find my own sunshine and rain,
for me to get bigger and stronger.
Get to know the nature that I will choose to stay.
Find a bigger and beautiful pot,
wide greenfields,
wet fresh land,
or anywhere that will make me grow prettier.
A place that would explore my beauty,
fruits, flowers, leaves, or my beautiful branches.
I will make birds, butterflies, squirrels,
to get on to me, and play around with me.
Someday.
And now I have to get up.
I'll try.
