The nature of rain
Does not change
Whether it falls on
Flowers
Weeds
Giant Redwood trees
Or tiny little seeds
The nature of dirt
Does not change
Whether it covers
The roots of
Cactus
Lilies
Briars
Peonies
And yet
What is produced
From the same rain
From the same dirt
Is definitely not the same
Be it beauty or brawn
A lovely garden
Or an unkempt lawn
What’s housed inside
A tiny seed
Determines what
It’s nature will be
And so it is
With human beings
The same dirt
In which we play
The same rain
Upon us falls
Yet
We are not the same
We are different
One and all
Our nature
Hidden deep inside
The tiny seed
From whence we came
Influenced to some degree
By our environment
By our own thoughts
By our choices
But at our core
We are destined to be
Whatever it is
That we truly are
E.A. Fussell
02/25/2019
E. A. Fussell 