From earth they all rise

From earth they rise
Some wanted
Some undesired
Some ugly, some nice

Not only the matter of seen
The lush grass
the incessant weed
Both coloured bright green

Both rise together
Nourished by the same sun
Sprouting from the same earth
None worse, none better

Existing for what they are
Unconcerned by likes and dislikes
Expressing their self
None a loser, none a star

Who is the reason?
the seeds that flies
Or the winds that carry
Or is it the season

They grow where they fall
Earth sees no shape
Sun sees no colour
There is space for all

Would they be Blessed or Doomed
Owner of the garden decides
For the planted
And the mushroomed