I'd rather be a weed.

What are weeds? They have color, stem, and life. Who hasn't picked up a dandelion, made a wish, and cast it away into the wind, as if the universe could somehow make it possible? They provide hope.
What are weeds? Simply a willful flower, with a mind of it's own. It's determination to take root, make change happen. It locks itself into the ground, only to come back over and over again determining to take root once again.

What are flowers? Pretty, useless things. Providing occasional insight with the, "He loves me, He loves me not..." Only later, to provide despair when the answer you are searching for is not offered.

As for me, I'd rather be a weed.