Promise
There’s something there, there just might be.
I wonder.
The view is not for me, but for others to see.
I accept.
Weed, I am, roots deeply planted, so here I stay.
I grow.
I free my mind to wander as I wait through night and day.
I breathe.
I am weed, and I am patient. I wonder, and I wait for growth to come, and rains and winds to come and change the earth. I wait and wonder at my small part in it, the part that I can witness. My steps are small and the effects of them are noticed slowly, but they are just over the horizon and I can feel them coming. They will be bigger the more real and closer they become.
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.
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