Little Ways

I'm tending the seeds That were gifted to me In a chance encounter With an old friend at the park I'm holding it close A feeling I've known Its like an atlas That's finally led me home In little ways the season changes And I know it does the same in me But this time I've no fear of running From all that it might ask of me I thought of picking the weeds That had sprouted between A row of flowers When I wasn't looking there But they do what they can In a hostile land And i can't help but Admire all their thorns In little ways the landscape changes And I know it does the same in me But this time I've no need for hiding The parts I don't want you to see The love we receive Imperfect and brief It is dappled Like sunlight through a leaf But growing in me Is a garden unseen In the morning light We are gleaming