A robin perches on the murky evergreen bushes of the neighbor’s house
Gazing out upon the sun dappled lawn before it
Dandelions sprout from the grass in bright cadmium yellow bursts
Flashing like warning colors on a buzzing bee
Harmless to most, though many still fear their sting
As if a sunny patch of yellow somehow mars their lawn
As if a bit of color amidst a sea of sameness were somehow shameful
Why should we not love the variety nature fights for?
Why must we douse the undesired in toxins meant to kill
That last remaining bastion of a “weed,” nature’s last standing soldier
In a losing battle against a mono-crop filled land
We fill our gardens with daffodils and chrysanthemums
Lilies, dahlias, roses and sunflowers
We fill out flower beds with sunlight rays of
Blossoming color, but lawns must stay green
An ever present reminder of our “mastery” over a land
That will one day leave us forgotten, abandoned
To our own folly in an unfertile waste
Where the grasses no longer produce their grains
And the dandelions spread their roots
