Unthanked weeds give birds seeds.
and for them, thistles gather drinks of dew beads.
Their shelter for rabbits God has decreed.
Ducks from hunters are concealed by their reeds.
Weed beauty is muse for painters' bright deeds
while blooms' nectar keeps...mother earth bee'd.
Their roots' tendrils do mudslides impede.
Their leaves breathe oxygen for animals' need.
Wastelands become green by their spinning work freed.
Herbicide sellers may not have agreed
but we avow it's plant racism
to kill a weed.
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