it stumbled upon me as my knees were on the ground
did I fell? did I just crouched?
it's something I least expected to find
I didn't pick it up at first
even until now
I just watch it happen
good things started to happen around it
but yin always come with yan
it's hard to avoid
the wind that blows
the rain that falls
the sun that shines
when it lives under them all
I don't even like it
I don't even want it
I don't think I need it, anyway
everytime it hatched a sprout
I buried it
with dirt around
I know it was there
I don't want it to grow
I shall not let it grow
I'll keep it buried
