A blanket of dandelion
Out by the trees
A garden of unwanted
Plants do believe
They are essential
To be where they are
The black bibs of sparrows
I see Golden Finch
Hungrily eating in flocks
And in pairs
That which is shunned
By those unaware
A yellow umbrella
To bugs and the like
A spherical banquet
Of puffs in the Light
The violets are happy
To be by their side
The ground ivy too
Is aware and won't hide
A trio of medicine
Always outside
Waiting to assist
Forever maligned.
E.L.F.
via Eve Featherstone
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