Should've been a Tulip
I wonder
Does the flower postulate
Propose
Hypothesize
That it was made for a reason?
Does its photosynthetic existence
Depend upon its consciousness
Of action or reaction?
Does the seed
Need
A pep talk
To break the shell?
Never having to contemplate
Inventory
Or rectify
Much less decide;
Only soak in the sun.
Yet, that verb can't quantify
The enormity represented
In those petals
Stems
And leaves.
What is perceived
As just "being"
Is provocatively,
Simply,
Supremely,
Complicated.
I suppose I will only feel
"Evolved"
When I can turn light
into food
Or thought
Into action.
That seems just as distant a reality.