Beautiful Weeds

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.