Unique - Sonnet 26

Do water lilies yearn for stronger sky

To gird them up and out of slipp’ry streams, 

Where many saps are raised? Time never seems

To pay them much mind, but I am asked: “Why

Is there no care from them about, indeed

Most strange of circumstances: doomed to float

Forever and a day atop a moat

Of dirt and rock, so never to be freed?”

Is it noble to throw away a gift?

Do these fair flowers feel the need to balk

And make a scene, or turn into a stalk

Of corn for smaller purpose than a rift:

To be unique for uniqueness’s sake?

Perhaps they are content upon the lake.