I have this little seed to sow
water it, nuture it, watch it grow
a beautiful thing thus does bloom
leaving this world all to soon

I have a weed that doesn't look right
i pull & tug with all my might
the ugly seed thus did sprout
killing everything in its route
it will not die, it will not weaken
sprouting new shoots in its beakon

I have a seed i do not care
throw it away, commitment i fear
thus does grow so brittle & dry
a sorry sight in ones eye
a reminder to one of being alone
bearing sadness of finding a home.