The dandelion, that much maligned and hated "weed" ,
Always blooming, showing off its bright yellow,
reaching for the sun.
Petals closing and resting
at day's end,
sleeping,
changing into a new look to greet the day!
Little wispy seeds emerge,
to catch the morning light,
tumbling off in delight when
the summer breeze blows a breath!
Like a million little stars basking in the sun..
Falling stars that touch the Earth,
Tumbling down in fun.
But then, they don't fall, they fly, away on the breeze,
to set down and rest
upon the warm Earth,
to dream of being a golden beauty
reaching for the sun!
Not a Weed, but a Flower,
Giving Joy and Hope
I love Dandelions,
They are one of my "Reliable Joys!"
