Chatterbox: Inkwell

Okay, here it is!! This is the poem I entered in the online contest. I think I changed it, but I can't remember what.

A thing of beauty

Driving down this road

nothing but cement

and yellow lines

and stop signs.

When I see something.

A bit of green.

It is a weed. 

There are more

on the sides of the road

but I don't notice them.

For in this world of cement

I see this weed 

as a thing of beauty.