A weed, strong and resilient
bursting through harsh terrain
struggles and fights to remain.
A flower, nurtured and cared for
raised in a bed - rich and full
watered, trimmed, and
one you never pull.
Why is one a flower and one a weed? Both started from a seed.
All surrounded by humming friends
each needing light and water to the end.
In comes a hand that’s always gloved
to pull a flower that’s just not loved.