Weeds are Pretty


Weeds are Pretty

Weeds are pretty,
Just like any flowers
Maybe a little more wild and free,
Living where they please

The rain falls down,
Dirt settles on the ground
Not at all lacking, they’re solid,
Colorful, intact, and pure

Bees, birds, and insects
Need what they gladly share
So much to be discovered—
The splendor that is theirs

So, go right ahead, pretties
Never change, please stay this way
The whole world is your garden
Such a stunning display