Sometimes I Feel Like a Weed
A plant out of place is a simple definition of a "Weed". First of all how did I get to that position which was out of place? Some possibility exists that I was hauled there in a truck or trailer, or maybe stuck to a car tire. Maybe I was just taken to that place in a car with the more desirable species, just tagging along. Maybe a bird carried me there, or maybe the wind. Well I grew undetected and flourished in all my glory. Then one day this noise, and all of a sudden I was separated from my roots by a very sharp knife. Well after being beaten around and being detached from my foliage, the journey to the seed processing plant began. What an experience it was. The tumbling, blowing, and falling through all those screens, still attempting to hide with all the good guys. I had no idea at the time that I was a weed seed in what was to become a field of bright yellow flowers. My size and shape was different in this cozy bag of seed, but I still fit in so to speak. I found myself resting in this wonderful building that was free of moisture, insects, and rodents. What was to come of me, here in this bag, the only one of my kind with all the others?
The feeling I was getting as the germ inside of me swelled a bit, there was this desire to find a moist and warm place, filled with nutrients. I was hoping for a place in the sun.
One day I was loaded on a truck and taken to a place were I was dumped into a hopper on a big machine. I found myself being sucked tightly against a metal disc along side one of the good guys. Only after a ride down a tube, which was somewhat thrilling, did I find myself in the warm and nutritious soil. Two days later there was a great feeling surrounding all of me, as moisture from a gentle rain allowed me to snuggle up closely to the soil particles. Swelling was occurring in my whole body and that germ inside me burst forth with an anchor downward and a sprout headed upward, to the surface of the soil. After ten days I burst through to see the glorious sun and feel the warmth in the air. I looked around to see if any of the good guys had shown up yet. Not even one that I could see. Well I spent the next couple of weeks enjoying the good life and growing my roots, stems, and leaves with reckless abandon. A few of the good guys showed up a few days ago, but not any competition at this point. The tiny soil microbes were busy delivering and extracting nutrients from the soil particles and delivering them to my fussy little root hairs. The good life!
As the growing season progressed I found myself to be a rather lowly "weed" in stature. The good guys had grown tall and formed giant flowers. The craziness was watching them turn there heads to the sun and follow it across the sky every day. The good part was they shaded me during the intense sunlight of summer.
It has been a wonderful summer, spreading my prostrate structure of leaves, stems, and little lavender flowers along the soil surface. The food and water has come on a regular schedule and given me energy to reproduce. The bees and other insects were happy with the pollen and nectar I so gratefully shared. They flew from flower to flower and fertilized the offspring of my future generation. I had managed to survive being different. I had flourished and found a place among the other guys. Producing offspring that carry my genetics of hardiness, adaptability, and determination. To be carried in the wind to a place we they are the good guys!
The feeling I was getting as the germ inside of me swelled a bit, there was this desire to find a moist and warm place, filled with nutrients. I was hoping for a place in the sun.
One day I was loaded on a truck and taken to a place were I was dumped into a hopper on a big machine. I found myself being sucked tightly against a metal disc along side one of the good guys. Only after a ride down a tube, which was somewhat thrilling, did I find myself in the warm and nutritious soil. Two days later there was a great feeling surrounding all of me, as moisture from a gentle rain allowed me to snuggle up closely to the soil particles. Swelling was occurring in my whole body and that germ inside me burst forth with an anchor downward and a sprout headed upward, to the surface of the soil. After ten days I burst through to see the glorious sun and feel the warmth in the air. I looked around to see if any of the good guys had shown up yet. Not even one that I could see. Well I spent the next couple of weeks enjoying the good life and growing my roots, stems, and leaves with reckless abandon. A few of the good guys showed up a few days ago, but not any competition at this point. The tiny soil microbes were busy delivering and extracting nutrients from the soil particles and delivering them to my fussy little root hairs. The good life!
As the growing season progressed I found myself to be a rather lowly "weed" in stature. The good guys had grown tall and formed giant flowers. The craziness was watching them turn there heads to the sun and follow it across the sky every day. The good part was they shaded me during the intense sunlight of summer.
It has been a wonderful summer, spreading my prostrate structure of leaves, stems, and little lavender flowers along the soil surface. The food and water has come on a regular schedule and given me energy to reproduce. The bees and other insects were happy with the pollen and nectar I so gratefully shared. They flew from flower to flower and fertilized the offspring of my future generation. I had managed to survive being different. I had flourished and found a place among the other guys. Producing offspring that carry my genetics of hardiness, adaptability, and determination. To be carried in the wind to a place we they are the good guys!
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