Blossoms For My Soul

The sidewalk wasn't yet laid. Voracious weeds and insidious grass swallowed up blossoms, choked life from their roots. Flowers wilted in the sun, withered and turned black, dried brittle to the touch. My soul shriveled in unison I placed rocks along the path. Grass roots crept around and beneath rocks, seizing my space, ignored bare patches on the lawn, left begging for cover. Last summer, sidewalk in place, flowers grew riotously between concrete and brick, thumbed their pretty noses at enemies beyond the barrier. My soul flourished joyfully.