The world branded her a useless weed,
Yet still, she grew, embracing her creed.
With petals bright and spirit bold,
She held a magic yet untold.
Through the rocks, she’d find her way,
Knowing that one day, she’d brighten the day.
For in her heart, a wish would ignite,
A spark of hope shining through the night.
So when they looked, they’d finally see,
The beauty and wonder that she could be.
A wish upon her, gentle and true,
For even a weed can blossom anew.
Let her silvery stars float away in the air
Granting wishes, spreading love and care
Giving birth to a thousand weeds like her
To grant all the wishes of the rich and the poor.