I look among the weeds and did not like what I saw, then I looked again in spring and what do I see was something beautiful and anew colored in beauty of rose bud geting ready to open up.
This gave me a moment of gladness that taken away some of this madness that the weeds gave when I saw them sown more weeds in the fields, Oh, how this makes me feel ill, yet it's all real.
yet at the right time the weeds will be withering away
and the buds started blooming beautifully.
I sit in silence watching the birds fly on high over the fields
where the wild grass grows in a land no one knows.

Judy Emery © 1997
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Judy Emery