I am the refuse dump, a place of disdain,
Where trash is discarded, and value's in vain.
But little do you know, I hold secrets untold,
Of treasures hidden, and stories yet untold.

You see me as filthy, worthless, and grey,
But within my depths, lies a brighter day.
The scraps you discard, can build and create,
The soil I nourish, can make your gardens great.

You overlook my worth, with careless ease,
But when in need, you'll return to my expertise.
My discarded metals, can forge new...