My vegetation flourishes in scarcity,
It’s not what I lack that defines me
It’s how much and under what
Circumstances I am willing to give.
Rain lingers in my cells,
Sympathy is encountered through pain.
I have endured your failings and mine.
I revisit my roots whenever
My strength erodes
For within truth can always be found.
A sky woven of crows and last resorts
Huddles in my long-standing eaves
Our fates may not be interchangeable
But they are fundamentally inseparable.
Busy day not too pleased with this