The Weed

This idea came from a journal entry i wrote in school about a flower and a weed an the weed being more beautiful than the flower because of what it wanted to be.

She is wild and free
Her roots keep her steady

Shes been battered and beaten
By lifes dirty tricks

Shes been puhed over and over
By those whom she loved

But SHE is wild and free
Because SHE overcame it

Reviews

[Wolfwind]

The great thing about the freedom of the weed and it's strength to overcome, is that many weeds are also brilliant flowers. I would rather be the weed anyday over just a flower that was grown for show or to bloom and then wilt.
With the weed, we know that even through the heart of winter and the deer and animals that trample upon our stems and leaves, come spring, we shall be reborn and carry on towards the sun.

Great Ink! I loved this poem!
Aaron - Wolfwind