The Dandelion

What does a dandelion know about rejection
Its beauty is evident its color strong
Yet by nature’s laws it’s
An uninvited guest to the lawn

So it feels the scorn
It feels the shame
It’s not a flower at all
They call it an ugly name

Weed they say an invader in the field
One of our greatest fears
How can they grow so fast
Is all the dandelion hears

Its colors fade
The wilting feeling of rejection
The stifling suffocation
Of utter dejection

So the dandelion fades
It knows it must change
It appears to die
The metamorphosis is strange

The color bleeds away
The petals turn to powder
It’s time to fly but will be back
In greater numbers and prouder

April, 2007