One small seed planted firmly in place
Feels all the joys of it's soil's embrace
With the dream to bare fruit it plans to chase
But it lacks one thing which births it's base

The sunlight which it needs to grow
It needs it but it does not know
It feels it's starving but just can't show
For nothing does the sun bestow.

Why does the sun try to kill this seed?
Why won't it supply such a simple need?
Just enough light for the plant to feed?
Starved, the plant shall not proceed.

The water sees and tries to assist
It tells the seed it will be missed
And to the sun it raises it's fist
Another death added on a list.

I am the seed. And so are you.
We're all the water. And the sun too.
For no matter how green or orange or blue
We sometimes can't help the things we do.