Wildflower

Wildflowers blooming and spreading a carpet of colors
Innate beauty hiding struggle for survival against all odds
Long hot summer days and harsh cold winter nights they suffer
Dormant most of the year waiting for mother nature’s care
Flowers resplendent in their praise for the celestial gardener
Life is short, not much loved but little do they care
Over and over like the phoenix they will come back to life
Wildfires burn them down but they have spread their seeds far and wide
Enigmatic and eternal is the story of their fight to survive
Reduced to ashes but rejuvenate, recuperate and returns back to life


Week 20 of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with “W”

Write anything Wednesday June-15-2016

Weeds

Weeds we are, hardiest children of nature, merrily we strive
Given the slightest opportunity, we grow and thrive
Do not ask for more, we take what we have and live
No TLC, do not care, we know we can always survive

No complaints about life, none at all
We make our own place in this world
We put down our roots strong and sound
Summer, drought, rain or snow, do not count

Create our own opportunity, clinging to life
Lie dormant and hidden when time is tough
Stone and concrete, lawns and roads alike
When the time comes, we come alive

Tormented we are by humans and animals alike
Torn out of our roots and thrown aside
Gardens of non-native plants thirsty for water
Even when sprayed with weeds be gone, we do not bother

Our love for our native land is strong
Nature’s children, we haven’t done anything wrong
Many a hidden curative quality do we have
To cure exotic diseases of the human race

Weeds we are, hardy, strong and sure
Many of us propagate by spores
Do not confuse us with the one you plant
We are not the weed that you smoke and rant


Week 11 of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with “W”

Write Anything Wednesday 4-13-2016