Brightest reds, deep purples, pink against green
Living and thriving effortlessly
Wind gently passing through
Taking sunny day's heat away
Families with only subtle differences
A garden of them with no master
Cohabiting yet abiding common law
Surviving soundly 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 comfortable
Roots tie these lesser beauties
Ever stronger to the ground
Their presence multiplies quick
Dull, yellow, and deceiving
Honey bees have no need for their bloom
Weeds exist for themselves
Their milky blood hoards water
Gangly limbs usurping water and light.
I may look upon this garden
And see only flowers
Ignoring the weeds, forgetting their treachery
To enjoy what is only 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 my ignorance
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
Forgotten lawns trampled under foot
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 all of its tail as a slinky reptile it escapes underground
Pull as I may the roots are deep and the roots are strong
This masterless garden looks better for now
