In the shadow of the mighty oaks, they grow,
Unbidden, unwelcomed, in the silent row.
Their roots dig deep into the earth’s embrace,
Defiant whispers in the garden’s grace.

Amongst the roses, they stand with pride,
No gardener’s hand can turn the tide.
Through wind and storm, they hold their ground,
A testament to resilience unbound.

They may be humble, their flowers plain,
Yet in their hearts, they bear no shame.
For in the dance of life and sun,
Weeds too have battles bravely won.

So let them be, these quiet souls,
For in their strength, the garden grows.
A lesson in every leaf unfurled,
Weeds are the warriors of the natural world.