As weeds which struggle spite capricious light, <br />each generation reaches out for space, <br />each generation fights to mark its place <br />before the next, forgetful, frets Time’s night. <br /> <br />As weeds we wither when our mortal plight <br />severs theme's thread, dreams seem too often vain <br />before most seek beyond pain's wi[n]dow pane <br />which separates won world from Nature’s bite. <br /> <br />Few glow within, wing free flight holiday, <br />few fail to compromise, in any case <br />few dare prolong the moment’s state of grace <br />when faced with choice – heed winning voice “We may! ” <br /> <br />Where rare exception to fools’ rule is found, <br />weeds fail to fuel foul play, rot healthy ground. <br /> <br /> <br />Where chance encounter contradicts Earth's dearth <br />of understanding and enlightenment <br />one rose through smog's pollution spreading scent <br />is worth wait's weight, may herald hope's rebirth. <br /> <br />Where joy and reciprocity share berth <br />with touching tenderness, no supplement <br />should be sought after as entitlement, <br />enjoy Time's gifts and revel in paired mirth. <br /> <br />Who seeks on land or sea, our wide world's girth <br />for satisfaction in life's sojourn lent <br />may well discover to his doorstep's sent <br />bliss peerless trading restlessness for worth. <br /> <br />Bid welcome earnest stranger at your gate, <br />maybe [s]he holds gold keys joys conjugate.<br /><br />Jonathan ROBIN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-weeds-ground-to-seeds-found/
