the flower and the weed
The flower is like the sun, brightening up my day. The weed is like the dark, not knowing where you are.
The flower is like the stars, sparkling bright The weeds are like the moon, with only one good side.
The flower as beautiful as a diamond The weeds as big as a crystal rock.
The flower petals are like a fragile child The weed's are like your father's unshavened face.
The flower is like a numph with gleaming hair It flows along with the wind here, there and everywhere. The flower bows like the eighth wonder in ones who seek upon it.
The weed grows through the concrete path unable to touch the sky. It's pushed and shoved and somehow it survives.
My eyes feast upon the flower But heart goes to the weed.