Of Flowers and Weeds

• Artist: WitchAlchemist
• Description: The first two stanzas were cooked up ages ago, but rather than putting something short, I added the rest and based it off of a phrase I coined that makes up the last sentence of this poem. Take it literally or metaphorically, as it's intended as both. Enjoy <3
• Date: 06/02/2011
• Tags: flowers weeds love life death

How contented is the flower,
To lay about all day,
And revel in it's vanity,
Whilst others slave away.

Should I see a blossom on,
Some branch, or bush, or bend,
As surely as the night is dark,
It will meet it's end.

How pretty is the flower,
That never sheds a tear,
And merely waits for hours,
Never knowing fear.

How mournful is the weed,
Which stands so proud and tall,
And knows with every seed,
That soon, it must too fall.

So there then is the pair of them,
The flower and the weed,
One never knowing fear,
And one fearing every seed.

One drinks of endless vanity,
A facade of lively grace,
One is proud and strong,
And unbeloved for it's face.

Which then, is better to have at your side?
When one is a rose and one doomed to die?
I think it's best to think of this-
Why worship the rose, when you may befriend the weed?