The Weed's Seed's

There is in the garden a weed.

A flower no one wants to see.

 

It pops up in the most

unlikely spots

Stubborn and difficult

to remove like the flea.

 

In the fields of grassy green,

it sprouts out of nowhere,

like garbage in the sea.

 

Poor thing has so many uses,

from wine to color pigment,

Yet, still its discarded with the debris.

 

Its seedlings are loved

by the young and old alike,

for the whimsical way

they take flight,

as wish's are set free.

 

The little weed seed

that nobody wants to see

Done