The kiss of light was never known
To this poor stepped on weed.
Left laying low they stayed there prone,
This lonely weed in need.

But one kind soul took pity on
This flower all else passed,
One lowly weed who’s hopes had gone 
Felt light’s embrace at last.

The stranger saw what all had missed
In scores of passersby,
This meagre weed so oft dismissed
Held beauty in their eye.

And though this weed could not compete
With flowers tall and proud, 
Nor shine as bright or look as sweet
As flora’s splendid crowd,

The stranger knew this broken weed
Was worth the time they spared.
This little weed from lonely seed 
Had grown though none had cared.

But see the stranger did not know
That with this act of grace,
This crumpled weed now free to grow
Would turn to their embrace.

See what the weed had really sought,
Much more than light or sky,
Was someone who would spare a thought, 
And take the time to try.