I will fight the thing that says no.
I will fight it with flowers
And with my footsteps
And with this beautiful little stone.
The thing that says no
At all the wrong times
And never says yes, ever,
I will fight with this little song I have made up
And this little plant I am watering.
I will get my broom and dustpan
And fight again.
I will contemplate this tree growing straight
And this tree growing like a dancer.
I will take a drink of fresh water,
Hitch up my jeans,
And fight the thing that says no.
I will fail again and again.
But I will fight.
And I will find the path.