Little Plant

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.

About this poem: ▼

Written for: "The Random Poetry Contest"  April 2022
Prompt: What do choose to see? The weeds or the flowers?
- Your poem must be newly written for this contest
- Your poem may be any form you like, please indicate the form at the end
- While you may use any form you like, your poem must be a minimum of 12 lines, max 40 lines
Form: Quatrain, rhymed ABCB
Line Count: 16 lines