The Status of Growth

There’s no point to put a plant in its place for never growing up, the first focus is to see if the sun’s rays are in abundance, thus reciprocate the results from the intentions.

Child of fury, wildflower bound by the street… to bind me shows no time to brace for the unique…

A sign of civilities, a sign of neglect - in passing grownups and elders in my memories, knowing how to tell the difference, speech patterns and behavior as follows…

Specialized at being parasitic to the host, parabiotic or seems so close, separation comes like a bad houseguest, welcome worn out, poisonous to the rest…

The siblings saw too, a subtle cultivation, swaying from ghostly approaches, hopes of competitions of who could flourish the most,

A mental ecology, clever modesty, loving the aroma, hiding behind the subtleties; the wonders of: who is truly older if the roots don’t stretch back deep into the soils…

The process is adaptive, so new defense mechanisms are needed; the force of landslide preceded, a child and his siblings to take what’s regarded – themselves – as spoiled or defeated.

Planting some seeds in my mind, budding responses, questions, growing like curly hair authentic, no repressions, siblings were also energy-centric.

Seeing grownups seething for their seedlings, watching elders sacrificing for that which doesn’t provide sunlight, coming into fruition, children of the sun, only way they can ever shine bright.