Please Don'T Pick the Weeds

Pick my flowers if you must My peony, my daisy But if you try to pick my weeds You just might make me crazy The peony is beautiful The daisy simple and sweet But it’s the weed that stands strong And at the end of the day can take the heat In my yard they're free to grow They have a job to do In the garden not so much So I rid it of just a few As I pick and pull them out Forgiveness in a whisper I ask I appreciate the job they do But they're in the way of the gardens task I am in awe of how they both grow In tandem with earth and sky Helped along by the bumbling bee And the fluttering butterfly All living things try to find their place Some catch our eye; others not so much They're in this world by God's good grace Sometimes you must look closer for heaven’s touch