In the quiet corners where shadows play,
Weeds rise with a silent grace,
Defying the sun’s burning gaze,
Their roots entwine in a steadfast embrace.

Beneath the soft whisper of the breeze,
They sway with unyielding might,
In fields where wildflowers seize,
Their humble presence ignites.

Through cracks in the hardened earth,
They bloom in defiance and pride,
A testament to their endless worth,
As they flourish far and wide.

Oh, the stories these weeds could tell,
Of storms weathered and dreams unfurled,
In their resilience, a lesson dwells,
Nature’s quiet warriors, they shape the world.