thin pale grass
competing with the
big, strong tree roots
pushed to the surface
from below the ground
below the ground
there are secrets
heavy clay
compacted soil
striving for moisture and air
below the ground
there are secrets.
we cut the tree roots
remove the grass
plant a new garden
below the ground
there are reasons
I wrote this poem long ago. It is about injustice and inequity in life and nature. And how there are so many hidden things we don’t know ... and still the sun, soil, and water are more for the grass, for the many ... for people and not those in power that come and go ... 🙏