Dandelion Poem, by raycom, at My poetic side

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

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