Raggedy Weeds / Not the kind you smoke

Raggedy Weeds ?

Have you ever really looked at a weed

Not at all like the beautiful flowers from seed

Angrily, we pull them from our gardens

How dare they take over without even a“pardon”

Petunias, Zinnias, Daises, Roses as red as a flame

Have you ever bothered to know their name

Tall ones, short ones, all shapes, and sizes

Not at all like our lovely plants that win prizes

Walking across the field on an autumn day

A rainbow of color glistened along the way

On closer view, it was grasses and weeds

Not beautiful flowers from seeds

Should I dismiss their beauty seen from afar

 Scraggaly looking up close their splendor did mar

No, look in and out of the weeds, butterflies flutter

Silently, no sounds do they utter

Alighting on raggedy stems with tiny flowers

Their sweet nectar they love to devour

Some of the weeds are mashed down

What is this that runs the weeds to the ground

A home for rabbits, snakes, possums, and coons

Usually, only seen under the light of a full moon

Could it be that weeds survive

To give honey to bumble bees for their hives

To provide animals food, protection, and a home

To enable them on this earth to still roam

There are some destructive weeds that are concerning

Realistically, we have to be discerning

Weeds neither work nor toil

Still God finds a place for them in the soil

Some weeds should be pulled indeed

There are others that provide a need

So today or tomorrow, really look at a shaggy weed

Try not to compare it to a beautiful flower from seed

Seek the delicate flower among the raggedy leaves before you moan

You may discover a purpose and beauty all it's own