Bouquet of Flowers
by
Dawn

This spring I planted two flowers in my garden,
Best friends these flowers came to be,
One day to my dismay,
A weed grew between the two,
The weed seemed to be a split
of these two friendly flowers.

I pulled this weed up,
Still it came back.
Every time I pulled,
With a vengeance it came back.
The last time the weed came back,
wrapping itself tightly around the flowers.

These flowers loved the little weed.
I let the weed grow,
by the end of the summer
I realized that it was not a weed
but another flower
who with my other flowers
brightened up my life
with their beauty.

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