No
The dandelion is not beautiful
It's choking out the life
Of the tulips and daisies

I wouldn't mind to hold the rose
Even though thorns may cut me
How can it live
Amongst the crabgrass and creeping charlie?
How can I watch symmetrical bloom
Amongst purslane and velvet leaf

The ivy and the thistle

In a garden where weeds will grow
The years of our toil
Our hands in the soil pulling weeds
But leaving the root