Living and thriving effortlessly
Wind gently passing through
Brushing sunny day heat away
Families with only subtle differences
A garden of them with no master
Cohabiting yet abiding common law
Surviving quietly with one another
Beauty may be in the eye of the beholder
But beauty is deceiving to the unlearned
For weeds grow just as easily
Insidious and divisive
Roots tie these bruised leaf beauties
Ever stronger to the ground
Their presence multiplies quick
Dull, yellow, and emaciated
Honey bees have no need for their bloom
They only exist for themselves
Their milky blood ever hoarding
Gangly limbs usurping water and light.
I may look upon this garden
And see only flowers
Ignoring the weeds, forgetting their treachery
To enjoy only what is beautiful
Convinced that all things must end eventually
Leave the weeds amongst the flowers
Wheat and chaff amongst sheep and goats
In this garden with no master
I will not water this garden
The soil will remain unturned
And this beautiful Spring garden
Will still remain
But these weeds pull at me
Mocking me despite themselves
Flaunting their blooms and spreading their seed
Causing my heart to well for what beauty may be lost
For I know a weed from a flower
Their dry hides and lofty blooms
Flying from other untended gardens
And forgotten fields
My eyes are open towards this garden
The weeds amongst the flowers
Where once someone placed each plant
Weeds have crept in between and behind
Sons and daughters of neglect and happenstance
They bow below their sturdy patriarchs
Without care for their surroundings
Taking what the flowers must share
Weeds have no alliance and only independence
Would their blooms be gathered together
They may convince any layman of their beauty
Yet they live unto themselves
Forcefully grabbing the trunk of the weed
It gives up its tail as a slinky lizard it escapes underground
Pull as I may the roots are deep and the roots are strong
This masterless garden at least looks better
This Spring
