Take me and make me into a orchid.
Life's rough hands grasp onto the little seed of me and buried myself into this dark dry soiled desolated box.
Every now and then someone might occasionally pour water on me to help soften an open me up.
But as soon as I start
Here comes someone else adding more dry soil.

Making it harder and longer for me to push through and blossom.

But I notice my roots are becoming more stable from all this soil that someone stuffed in here.

But it's fine because after all the pushing..

I finally see the sunlight, and I can see everyone around me.
Surrounded by life family and friends and realizing some were the ones watering me...
And some kept me buried.