A Garden’s Beauty
When color matters more - Do you see the dying blooms?
Don’t you know that flowers fade - into brown and yellow tombs?
Would you curse the purple flower, that stands in fields of white?
Nothing grows forever, and our darkness chokes the night.
Do you see the single flower - in a shade you’ve never seen?
Do you curse its vile fragrance and see the color as obscene?
When difference matters more - Do you know you'll turn to seed?
There is no flower like jealousy, but there is the human weed.
Within a field of flowers, there is color without disdain.
Every petal shelters - as they grow beneath the rain.
Even the purple flower, finds a home in fields of white.
Nothing grows forever, and our darkness chokes the night.
Is not a garden’s beauty found - mixed in colored hues?
Do you wonder if they laugh at us - Our ignorance must amuse?
For us, we think, we are different, but they know we turn to seed.
There is no jealous garden, but there is the human weed.
Copyright March 2006
Gary Pilarchik
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