Others live so precariously,
My roots are deeply planted,
Do the others feel jealousy?
Sure I have no legs to walk on,
No bed to just fall upon,
I just grow here on the lawn.
Every time a grow a bloom,
Others come to pluck my womb,
Bringing it in to brighten their room.
Sure, strip away my beauty,
After all my roots are deeply planted,
It's not as though a seed is my only duty.