I planted me a flower

Though my friends say a weed

In my garden from a forgotten seed.

So I planted it deep

And around it I hoed

So someday my flower would grow.

But my flower never came

From the sunshine or the rain

That GOD placed above its head.

And so my friends would just laugh

Every time that they would pass

My garden, my plant and I.

Gardeners were them all

As though they have been called

To bring beauty upon our sight.

And a gardener wasn’t I

Just a poet in disguise

And for that reason I sat and cried.

More care to my plant I gave

And more affection to it I showed.

While praying one day my flower would grow.

And my friends would just laugh at me

When they saw me on my knees

And to my flower when they heard me speak.

To ignorance they did blame

Its a weed they would exclaim

Then they would walk away.

For a madman I must be

Trying to create a flower out of a weed

Then I would bow my head to weep.

And every night that I went to bed

I dreamt of a rainbow in my head

Which was my flower I planted with my own hands.

And every morning when I awoke

I ran to my garden, but I was torn

For my flower was still unborn.

And I could hear my friends laugh at me

Hidden behind an old oak tree

And I could see them shake their heads and walk away.

But then came one magic morning

When in my head my dreams were forming

While in my garden, my dream, had awoke.

I awoke, to gasps and jeers

I arose, to shouts and cheers

Then in my garden, I walked in bitterness and fear.

Then I saw a rainbow with a halo

I saw my friends with a child’s glow

And then I heard the wind, as she softly spoke to me.

You had  faith in a weed, 

A weed, had faith in you.

And nature, had faith in you two.

RANDY L. McCLAVE