Said the touch-me-not:
“I was sensitive. They touched me, and laughed as I recoiled from their touch. They were amused at my overt sensitivity to the slightest touch. It inspired them to repeat their act, celebrate my weakness, and walk away when they were finally bored of their act.
But they knew not that in their absence, I grew rampantly in the wild, celebrating the wilderness and the sunshine.
I grew where they couldn’t survive.
The wilderness was my home, and in the companionship of the wild plants that grew with me, I discovered my strength. In this wilderness, I celebrated the beauty of a world that was denied to them.”