Planted for a reason, or a thousand undeniable, she is here and hence the world.
Water her roots, no, don't uproot. That is where her essentiality fibres. Branching wild, into the lands untrodden, diggings deep and carving out paths, for us to walk, for us to envision, a journey new, with stories to brew. Leading, guiding and walking along, radiating empathy, support, and a spine so strong.
Let her bud, no don't hinder. She is reaching for a universe with dreams and dandelions. Let her kiss the sky so blue, into a pink, a purple, or crimson-y hues. She is aiming for the clouds, with agony; so full. To dust the remorse off their surface, to drink their fears, tear by tear, and paint rainbows as many, with her brush, magical.
Let her bloom, no don't pluck. Her petals carry talents unknown. She is unfurling into a world or more, where shootings stars find a safe landing. Where wishes are worked hard upon and angels weave your cloak of ethnicity, meticulously from your ball of character. Where modernity and those primal vibes, walk hand in hand, with you in between. Where you are you, unbudgingly. Where this world exists, non-chalantly.
Oh, those thorns you see? She has to hold on to them, in self defence. To keep you away, to keep us away. The us that bask in her beauty, the us that take shelter in her shade but uproot her when our egoes fail to reach her heights.
She needs to keep redeeming her worth, doesn't she?
Let her grow. For she is growing into all the whats and hows and whys we have ever wondered about.