I planted a seed on a hilltop.
I nutured it everyday with love.
From spurt to mighty flower.

I thought I had done right,
Until the day It spoke,

"Am I the same as you?"

"You're so much more."

"Then why must I be made to endure life?"

I paused for some time.
To It, existence was torment.
To I, existence was.

I had given It everything to survive.
But no purpose.
Was I to blame for Its...