If I was in your garden,  like a ****, I just might take over.
You'd pull me out at the root.
Without knowing the medicinal benefits of my constituents.
You'd assume I must not have value because of my abundant nature.
You'd toss me to the side.
Maybe even through me in your compost If you could remember.
You tend your space so well,
It looks neat and your flowers are in bloom. Fruits are coming in.  You have watered those plants and trimmed the edges. Plenty of sunshine in there. I cannot speak to you because I'm only a plant.
But if I could talk to you I'd tell you to eat me up. I'd have you boil my roots up for tea and drink me down.
I'd have you use my flowers for a bouquet and my leaves for a salad.
I'd heal your ails and restore your vitality. I'd replenish your body with all of the minerals you are missing...