"I'm Here to Feel Mine, You Yours"

I cut off some of the leaves from my pot plant. The leaves were big and healthy-looking aside from having been irreversibly fashioned with bug stains and sun burns. I made them retire so that the other, younger leaves can flourish better. I put the leaves in a vase, expecting them to wither soon enough. It's been three weeks now; all I do is change the water every now and then, and they are as good as they were when they were chopped off. I am those leaves - purposeless, yet I don't perish. 

"I'm Here to Feel Mine, You Yours"