Monday, May 2, 2011


Just having a bit of fun here, showing a touch of diversity.  Not everything I write has to be heavy and serious, :)

The Weed's Tale

The weed aspires to become a flower,
Of any sort or shade.
Consistently tread upon, hour to hour-
What small beauty seems to swiftly fade.

Yet, there you remain, so battered and broken,
With firm, steady roots - prepare to stand tall!
Amidst adversity's grief, you keep one small token,
Despite deafening violence, you hear the sun's call.

They can chop, mow and stomp you down,
But in their endeavors to never succeed...
By roots and instinct - eternally bound,
To be the enduruing, tumultuous WEED!

--Kat Roessler


  1. It's the first time I have ever felt sorry for a weed LOL xo

  2. ... this was first time I ever saw a weed as beautiful :)