In shadows where the gentle breezes play,
The weeds emerge in silent, humble grace.
With roots that delve into the earth’s embrace,
They find their strength in the light of day.

Through cracks in stone and fields untamed,
They rise with courage, fierce and free.
Each leaf a testament to what might be,
A story of survival, unashamed.

Beneath the sun’s relentless gaze,
They flourish in their quiet, modest way.
A symbol of endurance come what may,
In nature’s symphony, they softly praise.

So let us learn from weeds that grow,
To find our place amidst the storm’s embrace.
For in their tenacity, we trace
The will to thrive and the strength to know.