Just A Weed!

Only A Weed

Only a weed
I understand
But still you rise
To take your stand
Against
The Encroachments
of man

We struggle,
We toil
Working every
Square inch of soil
To conquer the earth
Yet we still fail
To stop your birth

Your green head
And limbs
Small at first
But mighty
Sway and bend
Pushing at all angles
On concrete & rock

Tousled and tangled
They rise
Looking for sky
Seeking the air
As all living things
Too come to care
For their new life

Your stance
Crows a victory:
Though I am just a weed
There is a me
In my living green
Rising in this New
Existence you may now
Most gloriously see!

This may be a strange or trivial subject to write a poem about, but I couldn’t resist. Walking on our new greenway, they had done everything to keep out the weeds, but still they popped through. Just another thing that proves man does not completely control the earth as strongly as the power of God’s green nature.