Naturally, two seeds were planted
in a small plot of land
One was nuzzled and fed with sunlight and water,
and it flourished
The other, misshapen, fading where light was withheld,
learned to endure
Gently it reached for the sun—
only to find shade enforced by growing branches
It sought water in the deep—
only to be confined by roots already claimed
Still, it persisted.
With rising strength it split what held it back
With stubborn roots it pushed into what kept it down
Branches break, no longer held by home
Leaves wither through a silence like war
Is this nature? Is this right? I wonder
May 22
May 22, 2026 at 4:43 AM UTC
Naturally, two seeds were planted
in a small plot of land
One was nuzzled and fed with sunlight and water,
and it flourished
The other, misshapen, fading where light was withheld,
learned to endure
Gently it reached for the sun—
only to find shade enforced by growing branches
It sought water in the deep—
only to be confined by roots already claimed
Still, it persisted.
With rising strength it split what held it back
With stubborn roots it pushed into what kept it down
Branches break, no longer held by home
Leaves wither through a silence like war
Is this nature? Is this right? I wonder