I want to bloom where I am planted
But these stones are far too rough.
I want to send forth searching roots
But oh, this ground is tough.
I want to blossom verdantly
But the soil is parched and dry.
It all seems such a struggle
And I can’t understand why.
For all around me flowers bloom
In vibrant, luscious hues.
Why can’t I thrive like they can?
I shrink, and sulk, and bruise.
But I celebrate the victory
Of every growth and gain,
And when the clouds assemble,
We all share the taste of rain
I cannot choose where I am planted
Or move my roots elsewhere
But I can keep on dreaming
And send my seeds into the air
Photo by A.C. Smith