Weeds Dreaming of Trees

a seed grows in the dark
just waking up  
roots digging deep  
the first leaves seek the sun  
this is 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 earth magic  
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 strong   
for I am a weed  
dreaming of being a tree  
and someday I will reach the sky