We Aren't Weeds

I am rather insignificant,

and not very impressive.

Not like the orchidaceae,

or even the bright helianthus.

But I grow.

And grow, and

grow.

But spread my wings

On the wind of change.

I go where I’m called,

and settle right back down.

To start again. 

And again, and 

again.

But why is it

that I am a weed?

When I show

healing, hope,

and the will

to keep on going.

The syringa gives elegance

But I give resilience.

The lavendula gives fragrance

While I give perseverance.

I fly,

and fly and

Fly.

To go somewhere new.

I try,

and try and

Try.

To show that

We aren't weeds.