The Flower and the Weed
The weed is jealous looking over to next door,
that pleasant flower whose most adored.
It eyes the style and mimics through its bloom
but there was only room for one to groom.
The clippers controlled by human hands
Decided first who was meant to leave the land.
The weed did fear for he only wanted love
But clipped away and jumped afar above.
Copyright © Brittany Martin | Year Posted 2008
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