Seeds are sown
with intent, full knowledge
of what will grow.

Prepared ground, a tidy row
a seed placed with the assumption
of what it will be.

Wind blows, rains come
hope remains that everything
will come up as it should.

Comfort,

until there is that gossamer
floating in the sunlight of a summer breeze.
Capturing light and shadow as it shimmers.

Your gaze transfixes to follow it's lovely dance.
Smiling, you allow it to settle among your order.
Delight forms as you observe growth.

Loving,

the sight more with each day
as the flower emerges
bringing color to your line of perfection.

A beautiful weed allowed in.