craft construct conform
do you string your words together or let them fly
and let them form:
unpredictable, wild and free, soaring high?
or is beauty in the selected rejection,
cultivated affected perfection?
is the beauty of the garden not in the flowers thereof?
but all we hear is the manicured battle cry of
I am an individual. I am unique.
Others employ a survival technique
bob and weave, bob and weave…
Is beauty seen from not only the paved path,
but also in the flowers that escape unscathed?