An example that people are not always what they appear to be |
Weeds Current mood: creative Category: Writing and Poetry I couldn't help but notice that day As I walk along my way The weeds that grew Although not many just a few They broke through the hard ground here and there And I thought how hard it must have been the burden they must bare Then I looked along the hedge how the weeds had been pruned out And beautiful flowers grew all about They grew tall, beautiful and strong It was apperent they had been nurtured and protected all along Then my thoughts went back to the lonly and withering weed And I thought again how desolute they must feel As each time their caught among the flowers them we kill We pull them up or cut them down Looking at them with disgust as we wear a frown Forcing them to grow lonly till they wither and die in the sun Although their life barely begun As the days past by I thought on this many a time Till I came to a decision as the wind through the trees did chime I would grow a garden of weeds but were would I find the seeds No one sells seeds no not for weeds So I grew some flowers I knew the weeds would come And instead of pulling them out it was the flowers turn I began to nurture the weeds and watched them grow And what a sight to me they did show Some grew tall and thick with seed Others multiplied quickly as if they had been freed Some had beautiful blooms of delicate yellow So beautiful they would capture the attention of the most manly fellow As I looked closer I almost did cry I saw how they feed the small animals and birds of the sky While I stood in awe my mind began to ponder How many weeds in life have we cut down or pulled out I wonder Instead of helping to nurture them to their full potential Treating them in a way so differential |