Literature
Weeds
Give me the weeds;
The yellow-gold of dandelion heads,
And their fluffy clocks
The sky shades of forget-me-nots and cornflowers.
Give me the blood red poppies and pimpernels,
The dasies to make chains,
The buttercups (because you know I like butter)
the prickly lilac thistles, and many, many, others-
All of the flowers that grow in adversity,
Those unwanted ones frowned upon by the gardener,
Give me those in a posy
To make them and make me feel wanted.