A Place for the Wildflowers to Grow

Bright pink azelia bushes
mulch-lined flower beds
in straight lines across
meticulously manicured lawns
And the people who pass by
look at this yard with an envious eye

Bright green tuffs of wild onions
The glowing yellow buttercups and dandelions
tiny purple forget-me-nots nestled softly
sweet smelling wildflowers, spread erratically
And the people who pass by
turn their nose up-- a contemptious eye

Where should the wildflowers grow?
Pulled up by their roots, mowed over
Called weeds and disdained
Did not the same God make their seeds?
And how much happier are the little birds
and bees are to be in an imperfect Eden.

The wind blows and the pollen goes
the dandelion tuffs dance off
to find a new home, perhaps to be
loved -- acceptingly.

© Caroline Alicia Harris

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