Dandelion

On the roof top the dandelion grows, It does not even mater if it snows! Neither wind, nore rain Can cause her any pain! Come all, boys and girls, Let’s take a breath and blow. I can promise you this, It ain’t even going to bow. You can huff and puff, But that plant is tuff. You can do what ever you want, Even get rough. But be the ware That plant is rare. Do what you must, It won’t be enough. You can trust me on this, it is not a bluff! Up there on that rooftop, It needs no care, Bring her down And she will lose that blue air. It’s her safety zone, Out of the cross-hairs. Never to be seated Apon her death chair, Safe and sound in her castle in the air. By Desi E. Sherman