Little Ways

I'm tending the seeds
That were gifted to me
In a chance encounter
With an old friend at the park
I'm holding it close
A feeling I've known
Its like an atlas
That's finally led me home

In little ways the season changes
And I know it does the same in me
But this time I've no fear of running
From all that it might ask of me

I thought of picking the weeds
That had sprouted between
A row of flowers
When I wasn't looking there
But they do what they can
In a hostile land
And i can't help but
Admire all their thorns

In little ways the landscape changes
And I know it does the same in me
But this time I've no need for hiding
The parts I don't want you to see

The love we receive
Imperfect and brief
It is dappled
Like sunlight through a leaf
But growing in me
Is a garden unseen
In the morning light
We are gleaming



Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Lee
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