Raggedy Weeds

Raggedy Weeds Poem    Here is my poem on weeds, not the kind you smoke. Raggedy Weeds ? Have you ever really looked at a weed Not at all like the beautiful flowers from seed Angrily, we pull them from our gardens How dare they take over without even a“pardon” Petunias, Zinnias, Daises, Roses as red as a flame Weeds, have you ever bothered to know their name Tall ones, short ones, all shapes, and sizes Not at all like our lovely plants that win prizes Walking across the field on an autumn day A rainbow of color glistened along the way On closer view, it was grasses and weeds Not beautiful flowers from seeds Should I dismiss their beauty seen from afar Scraggly looking up close their splendor did mar No, look in and out of the weeds, butterflies flutter Silently, no sounds do they utter Alighting on raggedy stems with tiny flowers Their sweet nectar they love to devour Some of the weeds are mashed down What is this that runs the weeds to the ground A home for rabbits, snakes, possums, and coons Usually, only seen under the light of a full moon Could it be that weeds survive To give honey to bumble bees for their hives To provide animals food, protection, and a home To enable them on this earth to still roam There are some destructive weeds that are concerning Realistically, we have to be discerning Weeds neither work nor toil Still God finds a place for them in the soil Some weeds should be pulled indeed There are others that provide a need So today or tomorrow, really look at a shaggy weed Try not to compare it to a beautiful flower from seed Seek the delicate flower among the raggedy leaves before you moan You may discover a purpose and beauty all it's own