In the gentle sway of morning light,
Weeds whisper tales of timeless fight,
Their roots entwined in earth’s embrace,
A testament to nature’s grace.

Beneath the shadows of mighty trees,
They dance with every passing breeze,
Unyielding in their silent quest,
A symbol of the earth’s unrest.

Among the stones, their spirits rise,
Reaching for the open skies,
Defying odds, they find their way,
Thriving in the light of day.

Though often seen as mere disdain,
Weeds have stories in each vein,
A quiet strength that often leads,
A lesson learned from humble weeds.