The world is filled With beautiful flowers, with colors that fill the entire spectrum
The flowers are picked And placed at your tables Until they wilt And lose their petals...
These flowers are grown for someone else’s convenience For someone else to enjoy them, then throw them out When they lose their oh so precious petals
So... In a world of flowers...
Be a weed
Weeds can be beautiful too Such as buttercups and bluebonnets Waiting to be picked by a curious child Where they will spend the rest of their days bringing spontaneous joy
Or they can be strong and sturdy, resilient and dauntless Refusing to be simply an object to something else
Their roots go deep and wide Inconveniencing those who come across them, hardened and cross
Or should we be trees? Resilient like weeds Beautiful like the petals All while bringing fresh air and aiding all that meet us
With roots deep and wide Leaves that fall and blow In the wind, bringing joy in leaf piles Blossoms with colors of every variety And providing for the world around us
So... In a world of flowers and In a world of weeds
Be a tree