The weeds are rampant in their triumph over all my endeavours. I wrestle them out pulling hand fulls, bucket fulls and even filling my bin.
The patch looks healthy once more with tiny flowers, free to soak up the sun. It lasts a mere week before the beasts are back. I should have known, they don't come out by the roots like a decent flower. No, they break off just beneath the soil, laughing at my attempts to remove them. The blasted ivy plays the longer game too, happy to sacrifice stems while sustaining roots hidden below. What better way to outsmart the enemy! Give them the appearance of victory, job done and soil cleared. But underneath a new revolution is afoot growing in even more abundance from all those severed limbs.
I look out and see my pansies drowned once more in a tidal wave of green weeds before the week is out. Lessons learned, when we are cut off and brutally severed. Don't waste time contemplating your losses but look to what remains unseen just below. Go deep and grow like mad. Multiple your roots and trust what remains below will soon find the light above.
The root cause of wrongdoing is ignorance, and we must therefore hold fast to the tools of perception and knowledge. Good character must be taught.
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