Within my garden the roses grow,
so beautiful and bright.
With so many from which to choose -
where did the butterfly alight?
On the yellow dandelion, of course.
That's where she stopped to rest.
Of all the fragrant flowers ...
it's the one she liked the best!
The one I distained as obnoxious.
The one I considered an ugly sight.
This Painted Lady favored it the most!
This blossom brought her delight.
The flower that was most desired.
The one for which I had no need.
Was chosen above all the others.
The one I called a weed.
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Now there is a moral here.
I know it may seem contrite.
But in the search of truth and wisdom.
Not to mention it - doesn't seem right.
Does this pretty, yellow flower
deserve greater respect and love?
Or was this winged goddess -
just a stupid bug?
So, when you feel disdain about you.
Recall this moral of - 'who really knows?'
Just don't let them stunt your growth.
For your beauty - may truly outshine the rose.
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Stories and Poems Written from the Garden
PoetryA friend of mine suggested that instead of organizing what I write chronologically that I do so by topic. This book contains short stories and poems written from the garden.
