Photo by me

WEEDS

Overlooked

Mowed dug up

Poisoned

What we do

To the worst

Offenders

How we treat

The unwanted

Briefly we think

Of beauty

If it’s there

In our hearts

But only for a

Fleeting moment

So as not to

Feel remorse

When they are gone

They come back

Again and again

Almost in revenge

For our lack

Of appreciation

All the qualities

We admire

In ourselves

But lack

They posses

Yet we look

The other way

As they take

Their place in

The nature of things

Beyond our

Small perception

And understanding

They flourish

Without our care

Or theirs

In woodlands

And meadows

We will never see