Weeds

I was a weed
who dreamed
he was a tree,
plucked from the cracks
in the sidewalk,
replanted to grow
on the hillside.

As it was, though,
I was not plucked—
and so it was, then,
that I walked.

I became the tree.
I became the dropper of seeds.
I became the creator of a Forest.

– I became the giver of dreams.