I understand what mountains <br /> the frigid wind is blowing from. <br />All smoke from placid chimneys <br />must billow in directions pre-ordained. <br />Weeds are not candles in the wind, <br />what are they then, you ask, my child, <br />a weed may be a plant of unknown <br />unknoweable and undiscovered virtues. <br />A flower in disguise, an unloved flower? <br />And who would be the one to separate <br />the flowers from the weeds in any garden? <br />And why, my child and all who do believe <br />a garden without weeds, it seems to me <br />is like a House of God without its share of sinners.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/weeds-4/
