A garden ridden with weeds
In an antique chest adorned with yellow velvet and blue gems
You were a patch of roses
But over time they built up
But you have so many new colors
I love your dandelions that sprout yellow and turn soft
I love your chicory that are full of blue energy
Your daisy's bring me comfort with their soft yellow skirted in white
Oh i love the color of the fleabane that dusts pink on my cheeks
Your Goldenrod whispers to me advice in a golden breeze
The wild violets catch my eye with their stunning purple.
All these beautiful things?
You call them just weeds though you're wrong.
They may be weeds but they are beautiful.
You are beautiful.