Just a thought...

Esto lo leí en mi libro de literatura en inglés, de noveno grado.
Today I randomly ran into it again.
Decided to share.

Let them be as flowers.
Always watered, fed, guarded and admired,
but harnessed to a pot of dirt.
I'd rather be a tall ugly weed,
clinging on cliffs like an eagle,
wind-wavering above high jagged rocks.
-"Identity", by Julio Noboa