The Weed And I: A Dialogue

Weed, weed,
why are you so tall?

I’m looking for the sunshine,
so I can bloom before the fall.

Weed, weed,
your roots are very long.

You tug on me so often -
I need them to be strong.

Weed, weed,
you’re so bitter and so tough.

I have to be, or you’d eat me
and never get enough.

Weed, weed,
your seeds fly all around.

Preparing for the future
when I am not around.

Weed, weed,
will our battle ever cease?

Stop digging in my dirt, child.
Then we both can have some peace.