I am a flower, growing in the sun
My branches are beautiful, tall and strong
I live in a kingdom, where I know best
You see, my master leaves me alone to grow unstressed
While others plants may come and go
I am not like them, I continue to grow
First come the lettuce lying in their bed,
Who ironically think they have a head
They are naive to think they will not be lost
Because they can grow amidst the frost
But they will soon fall to the master's call
And that will be all...

I am not like them, I'm better, you see
If not, why would I be taller and grander than thee
For they are week and cannot handle the heat

The days become longer, and with that, come a new vine
They call them berries, and they think they are fine
But they too will not handle the heat
For the master will cut them as soon as they're sweet

I am superior, I do not sprout buds to eat,
And with that, I will not be my master's treat!

Next come the "roots", they're called carrots and beats
They cannot see the light of day, for they live underground
Not experiencing the world, they would be astound
To know of my knowledge, so experienced, so sound
You see, my roots are strong and deep
But I see things the roots cannot
Like the coming of the Master's shovel to dig you up

Next come the tomatoes, on another vine
Didn't they learn from the berries decline?
They cannot survive at all like I
Especially now that the days are long and dry
At least, they are not scared like the beats who hide
Underground without any pride

I am proud of my stature and ability
To outsmart all others and take their fertility
Clearly, my master is even afraid...
Because a meal from me will never be made
While others will try, they will never be
As tall, cunning, and grand as me

Now it's starting to get hot
But I like it not
It was not always this way, so say my roots
Who are nestled far and deep beneath my master's boots
They tell me a change is coming - well underway
And I may be gone, too, some day

But I am smart, I will devise a plan
To stop the warming that keeps me from growing
I will point to my friends, those who have met their end
As a reason to say, that all is not okay

My master is all but gone, and now I am in control
I will seize his power and be a new troll

The hotter it gets, the more power I wield
Before long, I will be the only one to which they yield

But wait! The days are now shorter and colder, I see
This will cause a problem with my plan to be
I will not let the others know - I will deceive them, to bring them in tow

But just as I revised my plan to command
I spotted a figure so brilliant, so grand
The master came back, and with a tug...
Uprooted me without even a single shrug
How dare he not show the respect I contrived,
For I am the longest in this world to thrive!

But now as the master lifted me up high,
I see now that I was living a lie
It is true, I was not like the others in there
Who bore fruits so others can share

I thought I was superior, but now I am inferior
Because I was not a flower after all
I was ugly with thorns and spikes
That, really, nobody likes
I did not produce food and give of my seed
I was a weed, who grew tall in power and greed

And my world was not all what I thought
Nothing was gained from the lessons I taught
I was allowed to survive despite my ill drive
To undermine everything in the world that I could
Because the Master understood that agency is the essence of good