Sylvia Plath - I Am Vertical

But I would rather be horizontal. 
I am not a tree with my root in the soil 
Sucking up minerals and motherly love 
So that each March I may gleam into leaf, 
Nor am I the beauty of a garden bed 
Attracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted, 
Unknowing I must soon unpetal. 
Compared with me, a tree is immortal 
And a flower-head not tall, but more startling, 
And I want the one’s longevity and the other’s daring. 

Tonight, in the infinitesimal light of the stars, 
The trees and the flowers have been strewing their cool odors. 
I walk among them, but none of them are noticing. 
Sometimes I think that when I am sleeping 
I must most perfectly resemble them— 
Thoughts gone dim. 
It is more natural to me, lying down. 
Then the sky and I are in open conversation, 
And I shall be useful when I lie down finally: 
Then the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me.