Weed Poem by jackie compton

I have been told.
The Garden of life is made of many plots
There is even a plot in the garden of life.

Where even the weed can grow and prosper.
For it was not so.
The great care taker of the garden would not have told us so.

He prepares each plot with special care.
What he does for one he will do for all.

For he alone knows the weed is more than a unwanted flower.
For it's purpose in life is a part of the whole beauty.
That is the garden of life.