She said
"Pretend you're a planet,
wrapped around yourself."
I picked Jupiter,
the biggest one!
A planet is sort of like what I want to be-
unchanged by the passage of time, usually.
I am more a blade of grass:
I tend to bend when the wind pushes me,
and I do not stand up to the elements.
But even a planet is not so immortal.
Jupiter is deceptive-large, but not strong,
Made completely of gas.

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