I really admire weeds.  Nobody likes them - they're a pest - they're not very attractive - they're not wanted - unloved.  It's not like they are nasty creatures or anything, they are simply competing for a patch of dirt and some food just like the rest of us.  They are very unpopular, yet they thrive.

It seems to me like weeds are saying to us, "You know what ?! - This is who I am and I'm ok with that.  You can cut me down, poison me, burn me, say nasty things about me all you want, but I'll find a way back.  I really like the sun ! "