Worth
Worth
April 21, 2024
The mud you track into your house
Is the same mud of mostly clay
From which beautiful pottery emerges
The tree that drops millions of leaves for you to rake
Is the same tree that provides summer shade
And the sturdy planks to construct your house
The cow and pig manure of disdainful of odor
Grows the tastiest vegetables
And the nicest roses
Mosquitos that ruin your day, numbering in the millions
Are the feed stock of every spring bird
And every melodic song you covet
Everything has a purpose, even if not yet discovered
Even if ugly on the surface and disparaging to the core
So what is yours and when will we notice its worth?
9
5
5