It’s easier to sit inside
with comfortable parts of me
But when I step out the door
I grow unexpectedly.
My mind fills like a garden
Absorbing rainfall from the skies,
flora starts to bloom in rows
with every orange sunrise.
Although the mud is thick in spots
And black beehives buzz in trees
I hold my ground, I stick around
I gather up the weeds.
Because even though it’s easier
To sit comfortably inside
I would not feel the flesh of earth
in the soil where life lies.
I would not get so dirty
and I would not fight the sun
But I would not know
Just how to grow
Or how this life is done.