I am a blade of grass,
lost to the crowd,
unimportant and unnoticed.

I am a spent flower,
never to bloom again,
burned out and useless.

I am a strand of seaweed,
laying baking in the sun,
gross and out of place.

I am a slug in your garden,
eating your hopes and dreams,
annoying and ******* the eyes.

I am a piece of nature,
something important even if
useless and unseemly.

I am a piece of nature,
and I will grow from this husk of a person,
because I am resilient and natural,
and I am a piece of nature.