"A Weed Is But An Unloved Flower"

A weed is still a flower - no doubts about that -
only that a weed is a flower that has no one to love it...
a beautiful rose may bloom beside the majestic orchid -
but a pink mimosa blooms just as prettily beside the daffodils...

So, why love only the lovely rose, or bougainvillea -
with thorns that do prick an unwary finger... ?
when the poor little thorny mimosa, too -
cries out for some love and attention...?

Why does one reject the fragile little pinkish flower -
that blooms so prettily along an untended path...?
and all that the weary traveller sees is a bush of thorns -
but forget that it could also produce such a fragile beauty...!

So let me love all the unloved mimosas -
or the field full of love grass in full bloom,
that makes pinkish white waves as they sway in the breeze -
and clinging onto trousser legs and long skirts,
with much delight, and craving for just a pinch of love -
of which we grudge, and would not give...

For i was once that little unloved mimosa -
till you shower me with all your tender loving care...
so that i could blossom into that winsome little rose -
that proudly graces your beautiful garden...