Nurturing

 

Like goldenrod they come up unbidden
           Weeds uninvited in the world

But, someone let them get a start and now,
           They grow on stocks that need no tending.

           Weeds unbidden, uninvited in the world. 

 Given elaborate names - constructed from glittering words

           Names so spectacular that no one could utter them

                       They speak strength, beauty and awe.

Such an audacious start

Without nurturing support ­or extravagance of spirit squandered on them they are left to sink roots into such soil as they find.
To make their way in the world.
 

I wonder ­

            Will the world be as kind to Jamyron and Vandasha as it is to the Goldenrod
                         Growing unbidden, uninvited in the world?
            Lavished with sunlight and showers, gentle breezes,
                          and  just enough space along the roadside to bloom. 
                                     And Jamyron?  And Vandasha?