This whole gardening theme is growing on me.
I can see things approaching with more clarity.
I’m starting to appreciate similarities and differences equally.
Observing between saplings and weeds with more discretion.
I’ve let heavy steps crush things in the process of growing
Made necessary mistakes that cultivated new things in me.
leaving bloodied battlefields in my wake no time to waste,
defining the scene more clearly would just be me projecting.
It’s my duty to protect the golden seeds that made their way to me.
Given proper nurturing, and a little room to grow,
the greener demeanor they’re producing promises to save me daily.
Grafting little truths into the promise to remain in season.
When I look behind I see unnecessary casualties left bleeding
cause there’s a gap neither side could see coming.
Wartorn by the difference between leaping and staying put,
Missing the similarities and undertones thrown in between
causing differences in what we say and what we really mean.
Something magical in a true comprehension,
Something powerful about a shift in relation,
Something freeing in elevated intentions…
Something tells me if everyone else is like me…
Some time lost in the trees with no confrontation
would ease the tension in each,
Some fresh air and a new outlook, yes please
top that in bright greens dipped in sky blue everything.
What a living dream…
like adding brightly-colored lenses to the mix,
rendering black and white contents tied dye…
Silence can turn into the most beautiful imaginings.
One simple instruction for X-ray vision
to see through the surroundings,
Just breathe, yes, please…
Something to be said about saying I love you…
Even if it’s just to a warm breeze, a beautiful horizon,
some birds or some bees… any living thing will do.
The best inklings shine through between the sun rays reflections and solitude.
It’s the little things shaping people like me and you.
Sometimes the safest, most potential laced spaces
are created with strangers in a strange place.
Life’s holding out a blueprint through any given moment.
The bold take hold just know in the throws
The Irony is this… At one point on your journey,
the outcome was a wish, the main dish.
Live long enough, you’ll come to find
What you see on the outside isn’t always what you get.
It’s okay to take your time with it… whatever it is.
Just make sure the resistance is coming from a place void of fear.
And no matter what life is giving at some point I will hold it dear…
That’s how I like to think of things anyway.
Cause I’m starting to see a trend in the places I’ve been walking in,
without a little self-reflection and for the sake of convenience,
even the best miss the stage of convection needed for perfecting anything.
Some things… Be they star-seeds or tumbleweeds,
they are destined to do one of two things, great deeds or dying.
Either way, they spend their lives moving right along,
sometimes it’s hard to know which is which until the end of the song.