My Silent Plant

Part of my family, you’ve always been.
Earth is our house; the flower pot is Eden.
We are a union of Chlorophyll and melanin.
Chlorophyll gives you an ever-green colour.
Melanin determines my skin colour.

I still however, don’t know your language.
It seems like your leaves speak sign language.
The colour of leaves depicts seasonal change.
Their brightness shows being well watered.
You are yet to utter a word.

Sometimes people give bias verdicts.
I hence tell you some problems and secretes.
Hope I’m not taking advantage of your silence.
Golden is your silence.
It feels better than biasness and verdicts.

I wish you could tell me when you’re thirsty.
I wish you could tell me if I water you in time.
If you could talk, what would you say to me?
Oh how I wish I knew how you feel about me.
Maybe by Darwin’s theory you’ll evolve and answer me

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