Oh how I wish I was a garden flower,

Well taken cared of.

Watered, weeded, fertilized, landscaped and looked at.

Oh how I wish I was a garden flower,

But I'm just a seed that fell from a tree that grew in the wild.

I was planted by nature.

Nature that has a way of being unfairly fair.

Oh how I wish I was a garden flower.

I would be picked at less by birds,

And the bees would love me.

Maybe a butterfly would land on my petals,

And my roots could grow free.

Oh how I wish I was a garden flower,

But I'm a backyard weed.

Trampled, trimmed, sprayed, pulled and unseen.

Oh how I wish I was a garden flower,

And I'll work hard,

So maybe one day I'll be.

I'll grow a flower,

The prettiest one I can,

So that maybe I'd get a glance.

Oh how I wish I was garden flower,

Cause now even with the most beautiful flowers I can produce,

I'm still just a backyard weed,

And I fear this cycle of trying to grow four leaves instead of my useless three will repeat,

Cause it seems like only garden flowers can be garden flowers,

And I'm a backyard weed.