Oh , those wild things

I’m stepping out of the weeds
amongst those wild things –
I’m planting myself in firm soil
turning my head towards the sun
allowing rain to wash over my face
so I can grow as tall as the sky.

Oh, how I love those wild things
that travel on the wind
settle on the harshest grounds
and multiply like flies.

I’d love to be a wild thing
carefree on the wind
but wild things are blown away
they never put down roots
never grow as tall as trees
never reach the sky.

I’ve hid amongst those wild things
and still managed to grow
so it’s time to leave the field of weeds
time for seeds to sow
for if I can grow amongst the weeds
imagine how much further I can go.

I’m planting myself in firm soil
turning my head towards the sun
allowing rain to wash over my face
so I can grow as tall as the sky.