| Weeds and Roses |
| I am a Weed among a garden of Roses Small and unwanted No one sees me No one cares Everyone else is beautiful And soft to the touch Their colors scream beauty Their sweet smell drifts And is so intoxicating Making even the harden criminal Stop to 'smell the roses' I am ignored and scorned The roses point and laugh at me They threaten to prick me With their thorns To uproot me and throw me out The Roses tell me I am ugly That I am not as good as they are They tell me I will not survive In a world dominated by Roses But when the harsh weathers come The Roses suffer and wilt And most die In the spring I start to flourish And my kind overtake the Roses Now it is my world And the Roses will not survive In a world dominated by Weeds. |