Potted souls

Imagine a soul, like a potted plant,
Its roots grow and confine within a glass hold.
The soil protects from the unknown, absorbing a source to nourish it well.
Luxurious green leaves embrace the light's enriching glow.

Varieties of souls exist around our mother's globe,
Some need little care, while others need more.
One endures the dry summer, while the other withers and dries.
The one that needs constant care is spared.
When a caretaker with strong will and care surely comes by.

A garden of lives grow and disperse peacefully,
Yet fragility within their soil-filled bowls.