The plant in the greenhouse

A little plant
In the greenhouse
With little skills to survive
In the world outside

Purely kept alive by its inner will
And the hope
Of seeing its inner vision
Being realised as the real world outside

Now the vision
Is running vague and dim
From the storms and confusion
Of the external world

It wishes to be showered
With love and encouragement
Yet too proud to ask
For fear of being mistakened weak

Wants protection
But hates intrusion
So trapped in its greenhouse
Uncertain where else it could be nurtured

Brighten the world if it could
And comfort the souls of a few
But lost as to where
It should really be
To accomplish
Its true life's mission and destiny