Weed

I gaze upon the weed,
filled with sorrow
at the sight.
Oh Life, withered –
just dead grass
between cracks.
But in turning away,
I caught a second glance
and now wonder instead
at the beauty
that burst from the gray
with defiance.

 

Posted in Response to the Daily Prompt: 190 Days Later
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