The Garden

Some walk in a garden
But what they notice there
Is not the lovely flowers
Growing everywhere
They search among the flowers
And try to find a weed
And if in fact they find one
They truly do succeed
In looking on the dark side
How much I’d rather be
With one who searches in the weeds
To see if there can be
A lovely flower blooming there
For everyone to see.

© 8/8/89 by Lucille Falk Miller