The Simple Cure is in My Yard

Millions Spent to Find a Cure,
Ills that Make our Life Unsure.
Pitch the Drugs that Others Guard,
Simple Cure is in My Yard.

Whenever We are In a Drought,
My Weeds quickly Start to Sprout.
Dig Them – Spray Them – Even Swear,
They’re still Growing Everywhere!

Throw out Test Tubes – use Instead,
Weeds ‘round Here I can’t Get Dead.
Perhaps the Secrets – Have to Say,
Lie in My Weed’s DNA?