Brick house weeds
We are interconnected twines
Although we do not come from the same root
But when the rain falls on you
It waters me too
If there is
One thing I ask
It is
That you do not block my sunlight
Your leaves will fall
And down they will go
Fear not
We will create a solid ground together
We will push away our fears
And we will bloom up to the top
Of this dark, dark
Brick house.
-m.c.-