Dear Curiosity Journal,
Flowers are cut for tables
Stylized severed stems
A collection of the captivating
Reaping beauty from below
The struggle of seed against soil
On display in a vase
Seen as separate
From the land
A decoration
Plucked by human hand
From an ecosystem
Of wonder
A flourishing interconnection
Of unbreakable bonds
A centerpiece
A charade
For no blossom opens
In a bubble
On the contrary
In isolation, they wither
And die
Even floating in water
Liquid life
More dead than alive
They lie
~Joy
