Bully Weed

In the garden

There is a small bush

Growing next to a taller weed.

The bush yearns for sunlight

But the weed is a bully and will not

Let enough light get through.

A refreshing wind wafts

Through the garden yet once again

The bully weed steals most.

The bush spends days

Yearning for the weed to leave

Yearning for the wind and water.

Can a bush dream?

Can a bush lust and long for what is missed?

Surely in some measure.

So then why not

The same for the weed as well?

And well for the weed.