weeds
weeds, and only weeds
tra-la-la….la
*
those weeds
are so very alive, ohh
how they sing
*
to be a weed
no doubts, no hurts, no regrets
tra-la-la….la
(And the Wind blew….and the seeds scattered across the Earth….and the Sun shone bright….and the gods whispered: bloom, babies, just bloom.)
