I am unkempt. I am creeping across your lawn. I will die soon. I
taste like kale and spring showers. I am writhing in the sunlight.
I invaded your wet soil. I am jealous of kudzu. I have imbibed my
own nectar. I am favored by the hummingbirds and the chickens. I
am a weed. I am a flower. I wish I was a violet. I bloom annual.
I will die soon. I am both wicked and harmless. I grow unchecked.
I am dead-nettle. I painted fields purple. I am sibling to mint.
I will never know defeat. I have sown my own seeds; I have reaped
all that has grown. I am beloved. I am bereaved. I will die soon.


Penned by my hand on the 21st of Valnuary, in the year 1015 AF.