A weed is but an unloved flower.

Weeds are flowers too, once you get to know them.
A weed is a plant that has mastered every survival skill except for learning how to grow in rows.
"And so it criticized each flower,
This supercilious seed; Until it woke one summer hour and found itself a weed."
This one was found on a walk with our dog near Hammonds Drive in Eastbourne.