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!
Copyright © Elaine Roy | Year Posted 2014
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