The grass pushes itself through the tomato plants, confident in its right to be there, the birds planted it in their quarreling and squabbling over seeds.
The plants seemed to grow, even before they touched the ground. By the second day, the sprouts were already poking their leaves above the ground and by the end of the first week, there were flowers attracting bees and butterflies. It seemed that time had sped up.
when the mist of the rainy
day hits me, i’ll grow, reach
to the sky. I’ll be facing the
sun, and i’ll be tall as a building
no one can tear me down.
The grass pushes itself through the tomato plants, confident in its right to be there, the birds planted it in their quarreling and squabbling over seeds.
The plants seemed to grow, even before they touched the ground. By the second day, the sprouts were already poking their leaves above the ground and by the end of the first week, there were flowers attracting bees and butterflies. It seemed that time had sped up.