I am the weed
that grows
in the field
tall
and
colorful

wild

resisting
insecticides
herbicides
straight rows

breeze and bee birth me
I am Nature’s dance

while
I’m stretching to the bountiful

sun

yearning deep
into the moisture
of the soil

talking
with my pals
between the rows
knowing that

soon

a plow
with farmer
will come
looking
for
me