Weeds

Weeds are a growing expanse. Its roots guerrillas in the ground, forming a strong fabric, generating new hope in every place thousands of addresses.

From the ground to the sidelines of the rocks, from the forest to the cracks of civilization. It grows in all kinds of weather, survives from the ferocity of nature.

The herbs of weeds harbor a living spirit. The trunk twisted when the wind blows whack. Consider the weeds that are blowing in the wind, no matter how hard the wind comes on it, as soon as possible he tries to straighten it back after the wind has stopped. Now try to let that weed is someone's personal and the wind is the problem of life.

So as hard and hard as any trials, problems, calamities that befall someone then he will soon be back upright and always steadfast, not broken charcoal in living life. We as humans should not linger and feel at home in sadness.