My top is broken off. Severed frills, gone. Dainty blossoms no longer catch the breeze. Fan shaped leaves are still, trampled on the ground. I stand strong as a testament to my purpose and belief. My stalk is a reminder to myself that I will grow again and weather all storms, for I can do nothing other than regenerate and be true to my nature.
Strength is beauty.
Please come back tomorrow for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like.
We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be.