The Beautiful Weed

Nothing more than a simple weed As far as the flowers go A bashful beauty from a windblown seed Who catches the early show Its beauty shines before the sun comes up Admired by the moon It paints the earth with beautiful colors But leaving way too soon It lives its life while tethered together Like a chaingang on a vine But one by one it starts to bloom Before the sun can shine For a flower that's not a flower at all But enchanting to me indeed There's nothing like the morning glory The world's most beautiful weed