They call me invasive like a stray zircon thought in a mind of diamonds so why do I flourish if I am not meant to be?` I withstand the weight of January and burn not in the fires of July I live with the grasses and befriend the trees humming along to the waves’ beat and whistle with the thistle when wind blows from the east that is how I got here wings of air in a desert storm landing on the shore planting seeds growing roots raising colorful petals standing tall against the sky If this is not home now where do I belong
A perfectly curated cluster of analogies with a Lyrical pull to keep my eyes and mind marching toward your message. Beautiful:)
Thanks so much❤️
Some of your best turns of phrase here—the stray zircon and the whistle with the thistle.
Thank you!
Gorgeous, Boo!