In the quiet corners of the garden’s grace,
Where sunlight dances in a soft embrace,
Lies a world unnoticed by the passing glance,
A hidden realm where weeds find their chance.

Beneath the roses and the tulips tall,
They weave their roots, a silent call,
Resilient hearts in a sea of green,
They thrive in shadows, often unseen.

The wind may blow, the rain may pour,
Yet weeds endure, forevermore,
A testament to strength in humble guise,
They rise and reach toward open skies.

So let us not despise their simple form,
For in their presence, life is warm,
They teach us lessons in every leaf,
That beauty lies beyond belief.