“Grow where you’re planted”
That’s what many do
Make the best of circumstances
Winning, through and through
.
Digging deep into the ground
Roots seeking food
Stretching up to the sun
Their flowers do bloom
.
But others stretch far
Through dry, toxic soil
Seeking a drop of water
Some reward for their toil
.
The sun hides and seeks
It shouldn’t harm, but do good
But in a barren environment
It sucks the life blood
.
“Grow where you’re planted”
Can’t always be done
Where no nourishment exists
And death the outcome
.
But there are exceptions
For those that evolve
From concrete or rubble
They still rise above
.
Even better for others
Through a change of scenery
A transplanting to good soil
And they sprout, suddenly
—
© Larisa McBean
LariMac 