Weed

Alone and left to be I am my own downfall Tumble down like trees, bees and little insects are prettier then me Life would be so much better if I was weed Unnoticed in a crack high above it all swaying in the wind in the fall But maybe I am a weed and this is why I am alone for no one likes a weed ruining their gardens, even in the stones It would have been best if I'd never grown