GARDENS AND LOVE IN THE RABBIT HOLE by Peno Hardesty

... GRACIAS GINA

the wind caught hold of the tiny seed and she felt for a moment a sense of purpose
falling down past the tree tops and branches
small birds sang
tiny insects smiled
she felt just a bit of the sudden stop before the gentle earth wrapped around her and she settled within

she rested and then she began to poke her beautiful green above the gentle earth
the flowers were beautiful
the flowers were perfect in their colour
the flowers were positioned
the flowers were named
the flowers were wanted and loved

flowers have identity
flowers have family
flowers have purpose

the tiny seed grew among the perfect flowers
the tiny seed had a name also
milkweed

milkweed
weed
weed
not good enough--weed
not perfect enough--weed
neither positioned nor family

the tiny seed
now a milkweed
tried to blend with the flowers
tried to join with the garden
tried so hard to fit in

her only friend though was a caterpillar
a caterpillar who fed on her green leaves

in time the caterpillar no longer came to visit
and the milkweed grew weak and tired from loneliness

it was too hard now to try to fit into the garden and the milkweed began to fall

the tears from the butterfly dropped gentle upon the withered leaves of the milkweed
giving awareness
of purpose

giving credibility to the name weed

giving love and gratitude

giving tomorrow a reason to be..................................................

blessings to all who understand..................