Weeds are still flowers.
We’ve just deemed them a nuisance.
They are still bright purple and yellow.
Some even make fluff for wishes to be blown on the wind.
Yet, we cast them out so easily deeming them as a blemish to be destroyed.
And maybe we’re so adamant about weeds because poison has been dumped on us and we weren’t allowed to flourish, deemed too odd and ugly for the garden.