The poppies
The poppies grow in our garden
We did not plant them
But still they grow
They are more beautiful than the ones raised to be perfect
Because what they display is all natural
Even when they are considered weeds
Still, you must admire them
Because the poppies are made of true beauty
Not put on for a show
I will marvel at those poppies
Who sprout up among the grass
I gaze at the poppies
In the well tended flower bed
Without control of where the seeds land
Sometimes the poppies grow
In a place "not meant to be"
But the poppies defy what is known as right
Because we have no control over true beauty
They truly are stunning
Though some may say
That the more there are the better they look
But what makes the poppy so unique
Is that they never stay together
They are the untamed wild poppy
And nobody can change that
No one can take away a poppy