The Hamlet Project

The world will grow what is thrown into it.
Without careful cultivation
All the ugly, aggressive, dominating plants
Will grow right over
The delicate ones.
A kudzu vine, given half the chance, will grow right over an orchid
Or a small violet.
There are those who would suggest
Leaving it all up to nature
To let seeds fall where they may.
But I fear a world with no violets
A world with no orchids
A world with no quiet delicate beauty makes me nervous.