We each found a crack and wedged ourselves in. We prayed for rain. Welcome showers washed away dirt from our faces. Uninvited downpours threatened to wash us away. Heavenly sun kept us company. But it would stay too long and burn our bodies until the veil of night. We grew afraid of what cannot be seen.
Still, we held our heads up high.
Still, we planted our feet firmly into the ground.
And like weeds, we survived.
And like weeds, we thrived.
And like weeds, we are alive.