The Weed

Growing here 
in your yard 
isn't really 
very hard 

I like to be 
in the dirt 
and wear my green 
leafy shirt 

My roots go down 
into the soil 
sorry if I 
make you toil 

Why do you 
even try 
to be rid of me 
and make me die? 

I'm just a humble 
little sprout 
throwing my seedlings 
round about 

I like it here 
on your lawn 
drinking dewdrops 
dusk 'till dawn 

Why can't I 
be loved as much 
as flowers, trees, 
gardens, and such? 

I have leaves! 

Stem and root! 

But you just stomp me 
with your boot.