The dandelion.
My favorite flower
My father always called it a weed
A nuisance
We trim the earth of this flower, this flower that still harvests my youthful hope when I close my eyes and wish upon it with my breath
This flower that stains my hands the color of sunshine in the summertime
This flower whose roots and petals I steep to make my mother’s favorite tea
Why on earth do we forsake this beautiful plant that gives so unconditionally to us?
Just imagine how many things there are in this world that we treat like dandelions