"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder."....anonymous

"Bias refracts pristine rays of light from its natural source
of illumination shunting elucidation into a path destined for certain absurdity." jkr

My Dandelion

I can grow a healthy Dandelion – but knowingly, little else.
Oh! How I love my yellow unimposing flower
stationed in the center of my not so well manicured lawn.
Lovely is the yellow, no; golden yellow flower with green grass backdrop.
An ethereal pastoral scene, not contrived, but naturally beautiful.
This beauteous scene adjudicated by me, of course.

A sharp contrast with man’s (my neighbor lady’s) organized plethora of color
exhibited by a multi-catechism of plants arranged systematically
according to some three dimensional mathematical formula, 
challenged only by Einstein,
a manipulated geometric pattern, totally unnatural,
with obvious contrived alacrity of natural esthetic quality.
Her flower garden, an unnatural contrived creation,
attempting, in my view, to emulate her industrious soul.

Whereas; I would not dare to create disorder of natural order
when it is not Nature’s directive,
irrespective of the commendable industry involved
to contrive a striking to the senses 
flower garden, especially if it requires work.

Now, I see my neighbor working diligently into the evening
and even with an artificial light and a weeping
water system applied to some special plants.
Are her motives embracing some logic beyond my cognition
or are those very green pointy leaved plants that grow so tall
in the backdrop with much dedicated effort a gardener’s secret?
I wonder why these plants are neatly tucked away
out of public view in back of the enclosed garden.

Oh well, I remain concerned with the well being of my admirable flower display.
After all, the honey bee comes to my yard with yellow flowers on green;
agreeably, in a haphazard pattern, just as it does to her yard even
with multitudes of flowers with names yet to be categorized by the botanist.

People pass, drive by, my home and the neighbor’s,
neither pointing or clapping in recognition of some botanical industry on display.
While not reading lips, they appear to ignore, not being explicit in any way,
about the minute botanical garden of my Dandelion yard,
or the neighbor’s adjoining cultured flower bed.

As far as Ego goes, I am satiated with my ‘natural’ yard
and its only yellow blossom. I did endeavor with determined
alacrity to not cultivate, pollinate, talk too, water or even fertilize
my plant of radiantly blossomed yellow.
I even took great care while the plant was in its juvenile
 stage such that it couldn't 'imprint' on the master. 
Such a travesty indeed should my flower develop a thirst for beer!
Being a systemic lazy Naturalist, I endeavor not to cultivate
or prune or pamper it in any way, 
or take an alternate homeopathic to botanical gardening.

While I can repose in self-imposed languor, beer in hand,
 without consternation of damage to my 'flowers,'
while the neighbor lady must gingerly ‘tippy toe about the tulips’ 
as if a ballerina impersonating a 'goose' in Swan Lake
with skirt pulled up so as to not do harm to her flower garden.

And do I irrigate with precious needed domestic assets-- water? 
No way! 
Nature planted my yellow flower's seed delivered to me on wistful currents
 and Nature, diligently, looked after it –
to fruition of seed with no labor-intensive aid from me!

Now these white fluffy, seemingly light of heart seeds,
are willing to hover about the neighborhood caring not where they travel
and with less care where they land – maybe, 
even in my neighbor's flower garden 
further obviating nature’s ultimate purpose
to cover the neighborhood setting with brilliant yellow flowers.

The flighty airborne seeds seem determined,
without a micro-circuit regimented guidance system, 
to care not where they land and 
take root -- and in such nice manually cultivated soil!
Disheartening it must be for the neighbor to have to ‘weed’
her flower bed incessantly due to the germination
of infiltrated alien seed of an unknown order
surely deposited by some enigmatic foreign
organization with terrorist threat to her agricultural production.

Now the seed from my ‘flower garden’ has been jettisoned
from its stem onto the currents of the wind
and will certainly assimilate upon my neighbors
 flower garden -- as I had hoped.

And that infernal fuming rotating lawn cutting machine?
I will pay a kid ten bucks to mow my grass,
clipping my single lovely Dandelion plant,
such that it builds a stronger root
for my next year’s natural yellow flower garden --
And neighborhood seeding again. "Hardy Har Har!"

As for my neighbor? Personally,
"I think she is just trying to demonstrate to the neighborhood
her superior handmaiden skills expecting some recognition –
but from whom? A Greek god maybe?
Mount Parnassus may have been blessed with 
wafted transient fragrances and 
imbued indelible color of such a floral array?

Honestly, being not a god, I haven’t yet conceived of an appropriate ovation
for such a worthy industrious, almost militant,
creature who obviously attempts to discredit, by demonstration,
my ‘natural’ artistic gardening style."

Or, maybe the gendarmes would give their approval
for those prosperous 'pointy leafed' plants?