Weeds and Flowers

The providence within a seed
Brings forth a flower or a weed
When given water, heat, and light,
There grows a beauty or a blight.

Oh beauty! Innate happiness!
In blissful flowers, joys possessed!
But, weeds and flowers grow the same
And beauty soon takes on blight’s name.

I smile at flowers, frown at weeds-
The Gardener’s fruits despite my deeds-
With flowers I am pleased and blest,
But weeds provoke a burning quest.

To end the weeds where good plants grow,
My mission is to make it so,
And armed with weapons to the field
I march, the end of weeds is sealed.

The weeds will soon be cut and sprayed
With chemicals and sharpened blade,
Amid the field where flowers shine,
The providence of weeds is mine.

Yet, after weeding battle’s done,
The war of weeding isn't won,
From water, heat, and light once more,
The weeds are sprouting like before.

My one-man army sounds retreat
To lay down arms and watch a feat,
The providence within a seed
Can blossom flowers on a weed!

Rich Tassinari 6/2/2012