The Flowers Among The Weeds

In the midst of the weeds at the end of my yard;
was a large yellow clump of flowers;
their brilliant color just seemed to bombard,
all the weeds with bright yellow showers.

I didn’t quite know just what they were;
but beautiful was certainly their name;
and all others seeing them would concur;
they were fire with a bright yellow flame.

I don’t recall seeing these flowers before;
they seemed to spring up overnight;
but I hope they remain for another encore;
for, indeed, they’re a spectacular sight.

Flowers reflect the love and beauty of man;
the weeds, emblematic of evil and hate;
for creation in all His perfection, began;
and temptation was evil’s bait.

The flowers in my yard still stand out;
with the weeds growing high all around;
Love and Beauty is what life is about;
while temptation should never be found.

They seemed to be metaphors of reality;
their stark differences just made me cry;
and as I reflect on that which I see;
which of these two metaphors was I?