Have you ever wondered beyond your space,
and sought out new desires?
Have you ever watched a weed field grow,
and seen its cathedral spires?

Where all things live in harmony,
and carry out their own special lives.
Where creatures both large and small,
flourish and great diversely thrives.

Where every drop of rain that falls,
and every ray of sunshine,
is captured in its stately structure,
for just the right amount of time.

For the cycle of life continues,
from seed to seedling to plant to harvest.
From birth to mate, to nurture, to great,
the process creates the very best.

Have you seen more perfect creatures,
than the butterfly, or the bird?
Or herbivores grazing, both alone,
and in great, magnificent herd.

The cathedral weathers the seasons,
whether hot or cold, wet or dry,
and continues on changing forever,
its view with the changing sky.

There is no garden or zoo to compare,
or neatly planted monoculture crop.
In diversity and sustainability,
with productivity over the top!

Regardless of season, beauty abounds,
from the color of spring, to winter's white.
Nature's beauty is a wonder to behold,
from dew's early morn, to a crickets’ night.

So if you ever wonder out of the mold,
and find a small patch of weeds to unfold,
think of the world as that small patch,
and let it grow on and grow to old.

The future of the planet will thank you,
for your wisdom, my friend.
And may your curious wondering,
be nurtured and sustained, to never end.

Under the heel

Since getting a dose of herbicide during the
drought last year, and a thorough mowing
and edging along my fence a month ago,
the hundred foot wide powerline right-of-way
behind my house has rebounded from new
rains, with corn-like grass with lots of seeds
towering over my six-foot cedar fence. I wish
they would never cut the right-of-way or defoliate
it so that the wild things could grow undisturbed.


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