I want to be a dandelion
blooming early as a sign of spring
and late as Autumn chills
equally happy in barren spots
where nothing should grow
as in lush gardens
where no one wants me to grow
feral and hard to kill
I want to soak up the sun
in fields of grass
befriending the bees
living in harmony
with the unseen world of tiny things
I want to kiss the noses
of those who sniff me
and have my aroma
always remind them
of happy memories
I want my color
to streak down the arms
of those who create art
out of whatever they can find
I want to hold hands with my dandelion sisters
to crown the heads of the whimsical ones
I want to become jams and jellies
spread on toast shared with friends
I want to become teas and tinctures
used to heal and comfort
I want to bring delight to children
both in my vibrancy
when they gift me to their mothers
and in my death
when I become a million wishes
launched into the breezes by their breath
and land in unknown corners
where I get to start anew
I love this! I want to be a dandelion too!
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