Weeds crawling
in between daisies and roses.
Poison ivy creeping in through
the frames of the box.
Seeking not to destruct,
but to surge towards
the highest infinity point.
In times of heavy rain,
capable hands
sweep the roots loose of their hold.
Leaves rising,
daisies letting out
a held breath,
and roses stretching.  
As if to show off
the beauty,
which was lost for a time.
When the green leaches
return,
Beauty and Kindness
know how to fight.
Thoughts finding harmony,
in which to coexist.