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.
