Bloom (short story)

The weed is the strongest foe you'll face ,

You'll spray and spray all the chemicals known to man

You'd dig round

Just so you will be rid of its presence

You would frown at the sight

And finally, when you notice how its presence makes your garden more colorful

How beautiful its leaves shine in the sun

When you finally start to appreciate it,

It will uproot itself slowly on its own

For the weed could deal with chemicals

But it wasn't built to deal with love