Weeds

The sun, the moon, the stars, the sea

Are so immense compared to me

I’m just a spot, a speck of dust

In space & time I’m nothing much

One day I’ll join the Mother Earth

And rot away within the dirt

Then Where my flesh has decomposed

A whole new crop of weeds will grow

Life goes on, or so they say

Until they cut the weeds away.

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