My conundrums are how the ivy twines,
How roses bloom,
How columbines  bend and never break,
How bamboo shoots,
And ginger roots,
And ginseng graces hills where you have trod.
My laud
Is that these things occur
In places where sand and spurs
And stickers grow.
They all sprout up together,
The just, the unjust
Sharing rain.
The wheat, the tares,
The glorious, the plain,
The hideous,
Showing one another forever
Their true identity.

-jenn