I like a garden where flowers grow,
yet occasionally a **** does show.
Do I pluck that **** for creeping into my flower garden?
or assign it to my mind, where it can grow un maligned.

Declined by the flower garden, my mind gave the **** a pardon.
There it did stay, entwined with my thoughts that gave it beauty.
A **** is not to be plucked and thrown away,
a **** is to be nurtured like all of humankind.

My mind grows fruitful like a garden, all are welcome,
weeds especially, for they are most likely to surprise.
Weeds, like all that live chime and shine when given a chance.
A chance to grow enshrined in my mind garden.