For the dverse prompt, not exactly what was called for, but it’s honest.
Flowers are pretty (often), smell sweet (sometimes),
fight their corner, cling to their patch of earth,
and as such, they are admirable, but their lives are short,
measured in days, their function to attract bees or birds,
set seed, grow fruit, reproduce, and clear out of the way
for the next generation. Much like us, really,
except they are more attractive (usually) and as
far as I know, no flower has ever started a war.
Would I be a flower? I don’t think so. Not even a rose.
But I would like to build a world where flowers
have their place, where pesticides and herbicides
are verboten, where they are safe from property
developers, farmers, and those awful children
encouraged by adults who think wanton destruction
is sweet, who pick them then throw them away
when they find something else to torment.
No, I wouldn’t be a flower.
Being human is hard enough.