Acquiescence

If I were to acquiesce and
become all you wanted me to be
it would be no victory for you.

A bear rug lies silent by your hearth
giving off no heat of its own,
the firelight's glow never felt
by lifeless fur brushed neatly
in one direction.

Feed a plant and it will grow
reaching steadily for the sun,
silent in its worship of life.
Eat the seeds, eat the roots,
devour it until there is nothing left
to fill the soil.

Rain comes
Earth washes away.