Wednesday, July 1, 2026

A wildetecture poem.

Nature Nurture.

A rose, my friend, is always a rose, 

no matter from whence the soil it grows.   


So is it our nature or our nurture,

that determines our stature?


Weeds will always choke the host, 

destruction & turmoil is their boast. 


A peaceable person is always kind, 

No matter the storms, that rage in the mind.


A rose will always grow into a rose,

no matter the soil from whence it grows.


Dont be fooled by those who always blame,

a peaceable nature will tygers try  tame.


The real question to life's answers are,

am I a weed or rose, seen from afar?