The Flower and the Weed

A flower is a blessing on a sunny day of August

blooming with the breeze of it's beauty with the restless

its petals are shining gold and it's stem is growing strong,

its leaves are green as grass as the day is growing long.

But darkness overcomes it with the weed besides its gray,

the flower softly crying as a prisoner of the day,

the weed is but a lonely friend, lost about the streets,

and the flower's petals lose their gold as they bring on their meet.

The weed will grow as unaccepted as the day goes on by day,

the flower will lose its color and shine as the day goes on by day,

there will be one day when the flower will die and the weed will blossom its petals,

for the flower may be the one that is wanted but its the weed that will bloom and settle.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem. I like the comparing of flower to weed. I like the flow of thoughts leading to the very good ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote