Seeds Of Hope

From the quiet of my kitchen I plot The overthrow of the ever growing weeds that compete in my garden For natures water and sunshine. They grow softly, quietly without Fuss, but, just like some people, They are unloved and unwanted. They are natures outcasts. New seeds will soon waken from their Forlorn grave to springs gentle rain, And a soft yellow sun that gently Warms springs sleepy earth. Soon, birds will endeavour to feast In their passing through a clear blue Sky as they go from garden to garden And deplete ground laying seeds. Summers sun warms the earth for all Alike, whether human or botanical, the Sun carries no favour, nor condemns As humans do throughout their lives. In the safety of the earth, seeds erupt Into blossoms of roses, peas, cabbages And potatoes beneath the earth to offer Their unique beauty and delight for all. Natures unique gift for all mankind is in Competition with mans destructive hand And his need to pollute all he touches Throughout this one earth we all share.