Yellow Weed

Posted on the 6S Social Network 26 Feb 10

After being thrust into the wind by a child’s innocent breath, a gray-white seed was deposited by a water flow into a crack between layers of asphalt, where a dandelion began to grow. The seed did not ask, nor was it told, where is was bound; a small patch of processed rubber and tar, long since abandoned by its human creators, would be its home. The gray-white seed produced a green sprout which produced a yellow flower, which begat a spherical plume of gray-white seeds. The dandelion never questioned its origin, never envied the flowers that covered the grasslands, never pitied the sprouts that didn’t make it. When it was plucked from its hold in the earth, the dandelion allowed its seeds to be thrust into the wind by a child’s innocent breath before its bare green stalk was discarded, now useless. The dandelion never dwelled on adversity; adversity loves you not.