Autotrophic Escapist

Photosynthetic;
water bathes my pearly planted toes,
and I blush chlorophyllic verdure
greeted by my sunshine, mellow;
an ardent lover at dawn.
Dew drops seep between
calyx crevices and
unfurling violet petals
and I'm extending toward
the rousing amaranthine sky.
I work diligently all day,
the birds and the bees-
gentle with their primal demands.
But still,
at moonrise,
I must close up shop
and sleep swaddled
in my silky bed of moss.
And I sometimes dream
of taking root upon worlds
in the twinkling starscape beyond.