Comparison

A comparison poem between me and plants.

I am the bush sprouting flowers.
I could be the bush covered in thorns.
I am no longer the Venus Fly Trap,
But now I am the sunflower,
Tall and Powerful.

I am the pine tree that lives through winter.
I am the leaves changing color,
but I am not the tree that drops their leaves.
I am the tree that grow in the spring.
I will be the tree growing fruit,
And I will let go of the tree with poisonous leaves.