The Gift

...is easily missed and often hidden.

These daisies, mirroring the sun, grow from a crack in the back alley next to the garbage cans and the recycling. Incredibly enduring, I watched them each time I took out the trash, patiently growing until they were taller than me. Clearly, they are reaching for what they love and emulate – as are the sweet peas, beauty in chaos, reaching, reaching, bugs included.