Plant Care

Don't pick me flowers Just buy me plants, Do not castrate my petal from my root plant. I know you like me Wish I was yours, But leave it just to admiration if you can't handle my soul. Get claustrophobic When I branch out, I need space to figure how I will reach out. When sunlight hits me, I stretch and grow, And when I grow a little weary, in my leaves it really shows. Wish I could I hide it, when water flows, But I share my truth in hopes that you and I will surely know, There will be seasons, where we feel dry, but it's preparation for when our leaves grow towards the sky. A complex creature, Am what I am. Specifications to my needs but also easy to understand. I'll last a life time, in the right spot, and for the right one that nourishes me, my needs won't seem a lot.