Werd Paintings

I don’t expect you to be like me

Or even grow from the same tree

If the wind blows your seed 2wards me,

What fruit are you bearing from your tree?

Watching 2 see if you grow into me

You may require a different nutrient than I

Which means I

Am not the one who supplies

What you need to grow in life.

That comes from the Earth that gives life

As seasons bring strife…

But you grow in the strife of life…right?

How I give may not be

How you give to live.

How you live may not be

How I live to give…

But I live…and I give…

Just not the way you give…

May be not in the way you live.

Again, I don’t expect you to be like me.

Just appreciate who I am…

Me.