I am the Weed

I am a pestering weed of ugliness

The one that annoys you

By breaking up your pristine landscape

You pluck me before I am fully grown

Stubbornly, I return

Again, you pluck me from the earth

But I return

Finally, you decide to ignore me

The sun and rain nurture me

Suddenly, I capture your attention

You are shocked to see

I have bloomed and grown

Into a beautiful creation

Born from your neglect

I have, on my own, spread my roots

Budded and blossomed

I am a gorgeous wildflower


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