Perception

This weed flower (and it’s unique strength) I saw this morning reminded me of a poem titled “Perception” I wrote in 1996:

we walk thru the fields
and all we see are the weeds
growing, expanding
spreading through all of the land
until that is all we see

we forget about the flowers
the trees
the crystal blue-white sky
sometimes we wonder about them……

we look again at the weeds
and we see the beauty in them
we see them dance
knowing their place in the world

and as we sit there
gazing at their perfection
and beauty
they start to fade

and all that is left is
the crystal blue-white sky
the magnificent, colorful flowers
the trees…

Copyright (c) 1996 Kimberly McCandless

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