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