There Are Storms Even On the Sunniest Days

It was like a love affair, brief and lonely. Out of the garden grew a flower Pretty and fragile, one tug and the flower is gone. The wind blew too fiercely that day, like petals off a delicate flower, the petals went to the wind swirling and off into the sky.What is a flower anyway? There are storms even on the sunniest days,just not seen. Like a flower,starting as a seed then blooming in scent and sight. If we could only be like flowers,but we are. Sometimes weeds grow.Loving so much and finding a weed, where did it come from?Had it been growing all along?What do I do? The smell and touch of a flower, soft and smooth.Is it a weed or a flower? Whos to say. Who can tell the difference between a flowering weed and a flower from a distance?Tell me what's in your garden. A flower on a windy day. The petals floating on the breeze, the weeds sturdy in place.