Weed

Wandering in the wild weary world 

Wishfully wonders the wild seed

Wobbling, walloping, 

Whispers to the sun...

When do I stop the walk?

Where do I stay and breed?

Weary it stops under a walnut tree

Withstanding the wild wind

Water reaches its roots

Withering in the weather...

Weaves, waltz and wraps around

Wanting to be the weed.  

(photo from google image)