The Weed's Hymn

There lies a Garden of roses,
With mighty pride, healthy wealth, and tremendous height,

Here i am, A Garden of weeds,
With mighty pride, healthy wealth, and tremendous height,
All within my little Blood-pump,

Here i am,
Dancing in the breeze brewed by the Valley of Light,

I own all that is finely cropped,
Deform and defect is not in my Journey,
Maybe it is, in the Telescope of the Toys,
But never a pinch in me nor my Blood,

We strive to live...
through whirlwinds, sandstorms, avalanches and muders,
We survive!
With the Roots descended from The Old Ones,

Here we are,
Singing our rhythm with -
soul and sparkles in our eyes.