I
stand by the wayside
Ignored
by those passing by
No
one gives me a glance
No
one spares me a thought
No
one waters me
Or
delights in my growth…..
I
am neither beautiful
Nor
useful in any way
My
presence makes no difference
To
the earth or the sky
No
one will ever notice
If
I live or if I die….
Stamped
upon and put down
For
daring to stand tall
Plucked
out and thrown away
To
let others survive
I
have no place in any garden
No
farmer lets me grow….
Yet
I thrive on my own
Without
being nurtured
Without
being cherished
Without
love or attention
Without
any support or care
I
grow abundant and wild….
The
wind wipes my tears
The
rain washes away my hurts
The
sunshine warms me
The
dew drops kiss me awake
Giving
me reasons to hold on
And
live for myself….
I
believe in my existence
My
buds have dreams
My
shoots have hopes
My
flowers have life
My
leaves are alive
My
heart too bleeds……
4 comments:
The orphaned plant... Or weed! Your words capture the feelings so well!
Wow, so evocative!
The wind wipes my tears
The rain washes away my hurts
The sunshine warms me
The dew drops kiss me awake
Giving me reasons to hold on
Yes, Mother Nature tells us to live happily and peacefully in this world, as she loves all.
beautiful ....just chanced upon it while browsing randomly ...
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