Texas Highways 2 Poem by Armadillo Poet

Neither desolation by drought
Nor deluge of sea winds
Can break the will of a seed-to sprout.

So whether witnessing to a calm spring,
Spreading tears on desiccated soil,
Or watching dirt boil dry after flood,

Allow yourself: be overtaken
By the beauty blooming
Over what's been planned-and planted.

See regardless of weather or intent,
Flapping and humming wings
Chase their painted partners

To where the highways lead,
Which is every year,
Wherever wildflowers are needed-and sought.