Dandelion
Behold the lowly dandelion; a weed with just a fancy name.
She grows where opportunity allows but pest is her main claim to fame.
Strong and tenacious, she holds her own against those who wish her harm.
Growing wherever she can drop a root, a bright yellow flower to disarm.
Among the many blades of grass, she snuggles in your lawn.
If you resent her presence there, then grab the Weed Begone.
But when it's time to reproduce, she's soft and fluffy fairy down.
Sending her seeds into the world, they ride the wind along the ground.
A bee's first food in early spring, she holds a place in nature's heart.
Perhaps a wish is sent her way, as the child in us blows her apart.
So, don't underestimate this overabundant humble weed.
She has a niche in God's plan and her humble presence fills a need.
April 5, 2019
Copyright © Jan Terry | Year Posted 2019
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