It cannot be gobbled up by cattle
Nor does it grip the mind
To shock beauty, make mind rattle,
But, but, nevertheless it persists.
There is glory in being tough
And in this world that can be enough.
They congregate in masses.
Fling persistence in our face
Mingle with the moss and grasses
Stand strong and vibrant, no disgrace
In demanding to exist, to fling their seeds
In total disregard for our needs.
Humanity manicures the entire planet.
Poisons, chops away the eagerness of anything alive
To leave sterile extents of sand and granite
To be paved to await industries to arrive.
No consequence if humanity is insane.
Life prevails. This plant makes that quite plain.