Weeds get bad press.
If plants do not produce
food humans like, exploitable
products, or agreed upon beauty...
he and she are often scotched,
despite invoking rain with
their evaporation, providing
seeds for birds, food for wildlife,
shelter for
the small, roots to prevent
mudslides, oxygen for all.
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