Fenny's Bla Bla Blog

I don’t want to be a spring anemone

opening my petals to the wind

who in return will blow them away

without as much as a hint

nor do I want to be a basking rose

that withers in the sun

and is all dried up dead

before summer’s been and gone

is what a simple weed said

when offered a choice

by mother Flora

and she went on

And most certainly not an apple tree

losing all its sweet

when autumn leaves softly rustle

underneath peoples feet

nor a bright winter jasmine

blooming alone in a shower of stars

like a little lost soldier

in between winter day wars

No just let me be a simple weed

and I’ll always find a way

to show my leaves

and never shy

©2009 Fenny