But you don't find roses growin' on stalks of clover...

What is it that makes a weed, a weed
and an orchid, an orchid
or a rose, a rose
what is it that makes us plant shrubs for the butterflies
but repel the moths
what is it that makes a beetle a scarab-
to be immortalized in stone
and amber
and skin
what makes us afraid to get wet in the rain
but compels us to swim in the ocean

what human instinct was it

that made us smoke the bud
or eat the berry
but poison the dandelion
is it that we cannot control where or when it grows,
that we do not control where the wind takes its seed?

And what is it that makes always, mean always
and never, mean never
what is it that makes a word true
when dirt turns to mud, we wash it away
when dirt turns to clay, we covet it.