Untended and overgrown Used to be a field of wild flowers Sunflowers, daylillies and daisies Purple sage, crocus and lilac But they needed more attention Than I was willing to give
Took them all for granted Let others tend the weeds at times Weeds creep so slowly Unnoticed until they have overrun
Few showing through now the fog of weeds prevails Some butter like flowers Planted long ago still pop up And surprise me Am I ready to resume The cultivation of this field?
Thoughts of colored petals Race across my mind Oh all the effort needed Will anyone notice or even care If this field blooms again?