The invading grasses steal the life
From the stems of those planted
With intention of yielding rich fruit.
Yet the forlorn squeeze out the smallest
Of progeny with the greatest of effort
And no thought of failure or success
Only stubborn insistence on a future
Sure to arrive in secret solitude
An oasis immune from deprivation
A spirit of endurance entangled
In selfless preservation
Of all things good and evil
