I chanced upon a meadow
strewn with flowers with scents so rare
And colours of such radiance
that I sought sanctuary there.
I gazed in awesome wonder
at the beauty I had found.
So much to see. So much to taste.
I danced carelessly all around.
There was joy in my heart to see
Wind-blown bright poppy seeds.
But, then amongst the flowers
I noticed some tiny weeds,
Not enough to trouble me at first
As these could hardly be seen
But, my happiness felt tainted
No longer did I feel free.
I tried to ignore the ugliness
But soon saw weeds everywhere
Brambles and poison ivy
Spreading feelers to sting and tear
Choking the remaining flowers
Despoiling my happy dream
I've found in my simple meadow
That nothing is what it seems.
Sad isn't it?
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