Tear me up into pieces and put me in a planter. Throw dirt, pour water, and watch me drown. Keep watch as I settle down.
Far below, I’m spread thin; it’s dark and cold. Am I alone? How long do I lie down until I rot or grow?
Put me by a window so I can peek, or put me outside in line with the sun’s eyes. I can’t tell you what to do, but just watch what I can and cannot do.
Out of the darkness, I will rise. Grow through what you go through, just open your eyes.
The World of Dlo 