The Weed

by Elizabeth

While walking out of doors one day
She noticed a weed growing
Blown about by the April wind
And bathed in the sun's gentle glowing
She paused for a moment but walked on by
For it was just a weed
Just a weed and nothing important
No one paid it any heed.
The following days went on by
Just as they had before
She walked the same path, ignored the plant
'Twas just a weed and nothing more....
But nourished by the sunshine
And the falling of the rain
The weed began to blossom
She saw it once again
There, sprouted, standing straight and tall
Was a daisy, fresh and fair
Instead of the lowly, ugly weed
For which she thought she'd never care.
The first impression that you notice
Can sometimes be all wrong
So just keep your eyes open and watch for a change
It will happen beffore very long.

4-17-02
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