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Poetry by the wayside

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By Tiffany Published 6 years ago 1 min read
The weeds that please

The wind, the way, just when you start to say, they are no good, they take all they could, this will be their last day.

Just then you notice, The angle, the stance, the wind kicks up and they will do a little dance.

No one normally notices because no one likes weeds, but if you take a closer look, you’ll see they have a means.

Not a means to an end but only the beginning, of life, of love, the birds will keep singing

The bees they laugh, they buzz right through, to have a taste of the morning dew.

The sun shines down with all its Warmth and heat, it gives new life and love to all the little weeds.

So next time you see them, try on a different view, you might just find inside, that something grows anew

Tiffany.

nature poetry

About the Creator

Tiffany

I have a soul for the outdoors and a heart full of love for my kids. I love adventure, music, poetry and pictures. Pictures capture those moments we most adore the ones that spark the life in you, the moments that fill your soul with joy.

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