Nature has managed to succeed
Giving stength where one might fail
There's a wild patch of grass and weed
Growing along a walking trail.
Where in this patch of almost green,
There stands a perfect pink flower.
It could easily go unseen
By those who hurry passed each hour;
Except, some with time on their hand
View a comedy of errors.
Grass and weed, strong in their demand
For sun, soil, and exteriors,
May not be a sight of beauty,
But shield the blossom from the heat-
Protection could be their duty;
Together there is no defeat.
Grass and weed have their glory;
Nature gets a "moral" story.
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