How heartening the weed that swarms
and bears the beating vernal storms
and plagues with woody stalks the verge
and proves impossible to purge
and with incorrigible smile
casts up blooms, bohemian style -
with petals imbricating five
it hoists it’s colors, looks alive!
So mystified by such display,
my lockstep shears I cast away.
For what’s a plan to heart so wild,
so born to Earth, this faerie child?