Is it a weed, or is it a flower?
They say "It's just a weed"
growing there amongst the grass
not worth their time nor effort
"Just kill it" they all task.
But I see something different
Nature's beauty making do
wherever it can find a place
to spread its hardy roots.
These delicate flowers weren't created
to please the sense of man.
But birds and bees and crawling things,
these flowers, they demand.
There is no wrong place for them to grow
they follow God's design
and set their roots where He deemed to sow
be it in shade or shine.
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