What’s called a weed
Can often be so beautiful.
Who decides what a weed is?
If it thrives,
In spite of what a human’s need is…
It exists, and is not dutiful…
Springs up in spite of every poison feed:
It is not “just” a weed.
Tags: garden, photography, plants, poetry, verse
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