I recall it now
In my granddaddy's garden
O so long ago
I had to go round
As he was ill in his bed
To tidy it up
It didn't need it
Yes the weeds had taken over
But was beautiful
The burdock had come
While his peonies had died
Dwindling away
Insects were whirring
Hummingbirds were darting
Sucking the nectar
All making patterns
Hovering over the plants
Just as they wanted
The garden had changed
Nothing could stem the wild growth
Softening the view
No work was needed
As I laid in the tall grass
That would be my loss
“Are you pulling weeds?”
I heard granddaddy call
I nodded and lied
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