In the quiet corners of the world they grow,
Unnoticed, uncelebrated, yet relentless in their quest,
Weeds, the silent warriors of the earth,
Finding strength in every crack and crevice.

With roots that dig deep into the soil,
They rise above the stones and dust,
Defying the odds, they stretch towards the sky,
An emblem of persistence, unyielding and just.

In the dawn’s first light, they shimmer with dew,
Each drop a testament to their enduring fight,
Though trampled upon and often reviled,
They stand tall, a symbol of nature’s might.

Let us learn from these humble green knights,
In their silent resilience, a lesson lies,
For in the face of adversity and scorn,
We too can thrive, like weeds, reborn.