A Poem by Sami:
They whispered for things that would make them all the world could see
They whispered for things that would make most men cringe
They whispered: these men are not the flowers that we be
They whispered of the weeds who would be extinguished by them
Extinguished by the will of the flowers
Because these weeds were not
Roses
Tulips
Lilacs
Or Daisies
These weeds were something awful, something that might choke the life from the garden and strangle the roots of the grass
Or at least that is what the beautiful flowers believed
So they tried to smite the weeds
They tried to kill them with pesticides
They tried to drive them from the garden
They tried to ignore their existence
They tried to deny all life
By the end of all days many of the weeds had vanished
But one little voice spoke out in a tone like velvet
"Are we not all plants who grow from the same earth? Do we not share the same soil? Why must we be divided and classified as weeds because our petals do not bloom the same as yours? Let us share the garden and let us cherish the land we love together!"
The garden was quiet
The little weed was looked upon with criticizing eyes
Amongst the sunrises and moonrises that followed
The flowers shrieked in protest and demanded that the little weed's acumen be silenced
But the little weed just smiled
For he knew the best minds had been turned and that the best of the flowers would know
And thus
Somehow the weed, lived happily amongst all the flowers
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