I am the weed
that grows
in the field
tall
and
colorful
wild
resisting
insecticides
herbicides
straight rows
Breeze and bee birth me.
Nature’s dance is me.
as with the planted
I know a plow
with farmer
will come
looking
for
me
soon
while
I’m enjoying my stretch to the bountiful
sun
my push deep
into the moisture
of the soil
talking
with my pals
between the rows