In the basement there's a crack in the floor
below it you could see dirt
the basement gets one hour of light per day on average
but there's a little plant there
in the crack in the floor
making due

it knows it will never be
a famous tree or an impressive bush
1 stem, 2 leaves, that's it
it's so little, but so much
life is streaming through every cell
celebrating all existance

outside the trees are talking
life has been hard this year, there was a drought
how long until they can't survive?
and the trees say
'if the rain will no longer pour on my leaves
if the sun doesn't dry them
if the bugs don't tickle me when they wake up
i wouldn't want to be here, even if i could still sustain life'

in the basement the little plant dreams
of rainstorms and sunbeams
it knows it will likely never have those
but it knows the value of being alive
all of it wants to grow
if grow is not an option, it wants to stay,
maintain, persist
it can imagine dying
but not imagine wanting to

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