“I will be a flower” Said the seed
And then he was a flower
“I will grow to be the tallest” Said the flower
And he never got chopped by the churning blade
“I will be the brightest” Said the flower
And all the bees pollinate this flower and he grew healthy and vibrant
“I will be the strongest!” Stated the flower
And his stem thickened as the green hue deepened
“I will be the only one!” Demanded the flower
And he told none of the bees to pollinate the other flowers
And the other flowers died.
“I will move!” Screamed the flower
And the wind blew furiously
And the flower swayed.
“I will move further!” His roots burst with power
He swayed so far that he touched the ground
And he swayed like this for hours
And for every sway he pushed back up harder.
“I will have legs!” He shrieked.
With the last sway, the flower gripped the ground and ripped his veins out
The dirt folded beneath his efforts and gave in to the ripping of his own self
The roots suddenly gave way and snapped apart from his stem.
“I am no longer a flower.” The dead flower announced
He had done it.
And he shriveled with a smile of content on his face
His greens now brown and his pedals wrinkled
His stem weak and life drained.
“I will be a nation” Said the people
And then they colonized
“We will grow” Said the colonies
And they explored and found more land
“I will be the brightest” Said the States
And all the leaders created a government for protection
“I will be the strongest!” Declared the States
And they built more guns and made more allies
“I will be the only one!” Demanded the nation
And the nation told all the natives to move
And the natives shriveled in size.
“I will dominate!” Screamed the flower
And the seas were filled with chunks of indestructible metal
And the guns were cocked back.
“I will move further!” The nation burst with power
They sailed so far that they ran into the other side of their land
And their ships and their guns continued sailing
And for every ship the enemies had an airplane
And for every enemy airplane the nation built a bomb.
“I will have the world!” The nation shrieked.
In the strongest plane with the largest bomb, the nation ripped itself from their allies
The nation’s roots suddenly gave way and snapped apart from their tradition.