This Weird Girl

God gave us the wildflowers
They bloom in the Spring
We don’t always want them
(interruptions, they bring)
They speckle our lawns
That we want to stay green
They’re hardy as heck
No poison can seem…
To kill them…
To kill them…
To kill them.

God gave us the wildflowers
They’re here all year long
We don’t always want them
They do not belong
They speckle our lives
That we want to stay fine
Won’t leave us alone,
And so we’re inclined…
To kill them…
To kill them…
To kill them.

God gave us the wildflowers
The flowers don’t know
Why he made them so different
From the ones people sow
The two are both lovely
With colors arrayed
One tilled by wind
And the other by spade
Wildflowers are strong
But they’re tender inside
If you’re one of those “weeds”
Raise your voice to the sky…
“Don’t kill them!
Don’t kill them!
Don’t kill them!”

-Angela Sundaramurthy

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