Creative Quickie: Day 7

Read the poem below...what does it bring up for you?

When jasmine sprawls over the fence, seductive
as a languid woman, I am pleased.
And when the narcissi send up slender stalks,
but no luscious flowers, I'm disappointed.
But if one fails, the other thrives. Nature
is like that. It doesn't care. This seed
lands in fertile soil, the sun, the rain is right.
It grows to a sapling then madrone,
limbs bronzed as children by the sea all summer.
That another lands on rock or is washed away
or sprouts and is trampled, doesn't matter.
Nature wants life, but any life will do.
I stay outside till dark, hashing up the group.
Inside is my daughter. She has split
the hard shell of her seed
and a lone naked root is searching the soil.
I don't even know what she needs.
Anything I offer - or withhold -
maybe wrong. And she doesn't tell me.
She is mute as a plant. And so individual,
like the bean I grew in a jar in third grade,
my own bean, the tiny white hairs of its root
delicate as the fuzz on a newborn's crown.
Just a singular seed and the treacherous odds.

-Working in the Garden by Ellen Bass

this was my take on it ...

jasmine growing over a white picket fence with the blue skies and green grass around...