Little Weed appearing so tender and frail
Who are they that said you would fail?
Growing and pushing your way through the rock
While the flowers in their gardens mock

Little Weed on a path all your own
The manicured garden has left you alone
Forgetting that under one Son you both grow
And the Son will let neither head bow down low

Picked up; pulled out; killed many a time
Unrestrained passions; your only crime
You live your life in a carefree way
Yet long to play as the Rose's play

Oh, Little Weed when will you learn
Your strength and endurance exceeds that of the fern
The roses, the daisies, marigolds too,
For now only the Son loves this about you

Fear not, Little Weed, for the time will come
When your virtues are noticed by more than some
"Rebellion!" is now cried by those who mock
But someday they'll say "She pushed through the rock!"