Dandelion Read Count : 23

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How dare they call a dandelion a weed
with petals as radiant as the rays of sun,
Thousands of little yellow arms
Basking under the morning light,
Pops of color against a dull green lawn
On a hot summer day
How dare they pluck it from its
home in mother earth,
Where its spindly roots
Cave deep into the soil,
And its brothers and sisters
Bloom all around to do the same
It isn't fragile like the tulip,
Cute like the buttercup,
or fragrant as the carnation, yet
How dare they call a golden flower a weed
Just because of its strength
And its will to survive

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  • Jan 02, 2020

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