You reap what you sow,
Or so they say so often.
I find it odd you’d plant
seeds in so many places expecting
that none would grow, or bloom.
Grow, however, is what seedlings do.
Sprouting in springtime, these wild things.
Was the lie a weed, tell?
It still breaks surface green, strong.
And I thought I saw hints
of pretty petals showing their color.
Adorning this living thing and expanding.
Beautiful sight initially beheld – eye catching,
but then it broadens, covers ground.
Unchecked, it encroaches on other flora
and strangles each with its arrival.
Writing along with Six Word Fridays at “My Memory Art“.