Dandelion

Dandelion By Elaine Roy They call me a weed I'm not pretty like any flower Just only in a child eyes;for they always want to find me Adults call me , a pain in the neck and tried to get rid of me For only children want me They see me and they make wishes on me I make children smile and keep their dreams alive I may not smell pretty, like a rose For I keep children hopes and dreams alive So, you see even a weed, like a dandelion, has a special purpose Never stop making wishes, you'll find I'm always here I'm just wait, for you!