Honeysuckle

As simple as it seems All life in between Shines through the canvas It rays and it beams To find is to look To look is to be seen This is the trouble This is the hurdle Built up courage Ideas freshly planted In the garden lay fertile The rain from the storm The sun follows after They grow the best Through life's natural disasters Search and seek Be wary the meek Believe in one's self The weeds will grow Crazy though Ugly at first unbearable Be patient and wait Honeysuckles so sweet Arrive on weeds late