In the quiet corners of forgotten fields,
Where sunlight kisses the morning dew,
The weeds rise, a resilient chorus,
Singing the song of nature’s will.

Uninvited guests in the garden’s grace,
Yet they stand tall, unwavering, bold,
Their roots entwined with earth’s embrace,
A testament to stories untold.

Through seasons harsh, they bloom anew,
Defying frost, wind, and rain,
In every crack, a seedling grew,
A symbol of life’s enduring chain.

So, let us not disdain their place,
For in their humble, steadfast climb,
We find a lesson in their embrace,
The beauty in the passage of time.