Purpose

The unique orange,

I wanted to be just like her

But you must bloom just as bright,

To become her, is a beautiful delight.

I know, I know I’m a red spotted cauliflower

How dare I think I was right.

Suddenly rushing for answers, a melting bright yellow tree has one last thing to say.

“Hello Mrs. Cauliflower, thank you for coming my way!”

Through the yellow drippings of her leaves, a yellow-red cauliflower believes;

“I wasn’t born orange, but born with many things: love, hope, and ambition,

Could forever accomplish my dreams.

Too often I forget that I'm just a bright and bitter orange, cause instead, you make me feel like outraging fire in your hands ready for the coldness of the world.