saggitaria for my thoughts

Through the swamp, through the lake, we find a coveted place

filled with saggitaria to the brim

It's boring and dull but not exactly ugly

It's tall and long but where it meets it's beauty it falls short

 

We would expect such a beautiful place to have beautiful things

but to our disappointment the saggitaria lays there, watching, stalking but never learning

 

Roses, lavenders, tulips, violets lost out of sight but here is saggitaria, as it hide itself to fit the background

  but you know and I know and it knows.

 

It's the decoration who fills the room

It's the prop who fills the scene

It's merely apart of the background 

 

It's always looking for a purpose to fill the empty void.