Dandelions

What makes a weed a weed? A wild plant growing Where it is not wanted? Why is it a pest when it grows Such pretty flowers? It encrouches on the garden bed We so carefully cultivated on land We do not own We hate it becuase it dared to grow Where we did not choose to plant it Bright little yellow sunspots on the lawn We did not give them permission to be there Ugly little things Uncontrollable lovely things We pull out the roots Of that which we cannot cage They grow still They rise still Rise Rise Rise