If I look quickly I see
the mature plant in the autumn
green leaves suggesting yellow
and ripe fruit for the hungry.
If I look a bit longer I see
the weed struggling for survival
baking in the hot sun
punished by the drought.
If I stare intently
I see the young sprout
seemingly shivering in the cold April wind
the promise of budding leaves
undaunted by the tasks set before them.
And if I forget to look
I don't see anything at all.
