Why can’t you, if they are Alive

…Just in front of me sitting up with my Cozy Posture

A door that opens in the balcony has a building closer,

Besides my vision looks a bit left for no reason

That building of more than five stories holding up too much weight of floors has a plant of sesame

I found it there, stems cracking the wall and they are strong enough, grown long grasping many leaves

Leaves …are floating with the blow of the wind

They are Alive, They seem to be happy and have a smile

Cuddling together, kissing each other looking at no complaints they have about what isn’t right or it’s not fair

I observed their roots… scrambling out on the wall appears as their foots

It’s too easy to grow in soil but their fate took them up on walls where it’s nearly impossible to uproot

They are Alive, their Green flicks shouting their victory of life

Why can’t you if they are alive…