I Weed Out Poem by Maymay Marie

In the garden, full of warms and sunshine,
Flowers are bringing,
I decided to walk and visit their smiles,
Yet I noticed unwitted blades are springing.

I made a note to make a list,
Of these kinds that are not needful,
Things that occupied the beauty of flowers,
They are, but a nuisance and thorns.

I weed out those are not important,
Things that perhaps make my voice hoars,
Make the beauty of greenery hidden,
For they, too, wanted to eat up the purpose.

I weed out the texts, the getters,
In telling this and that,
To give way something important,
To above whose glory needed to behold.

Time is short not to see the blanks,
They like canvass needed an artist,
A book needed a writer,
They are the hope to shine in darkness.