Weeds Dreaming of Trees

a seed grows in the dark      
just waking up      
roots digging deep      
the first leaves seeking the sun      
earth magic      
the miracle of life      
to dream of reaching the sky      
but the seed now growing is just a weed      
hidden in an immense green sea      
tough and resilient      
fighting to survive      
      
I am that weed      
overlooked and ignored      
as we look to the cathedral above      
yet I'm imbued with magic too     
as part of the cosmic dance      
and there are millions just like me      
so I say these words aloud        
I may be small      
But I am mighty       
for I am a weed      
dreaming of being a tree      
and someday I will reach the sky