Dandelions
A plethora of bright yellow flowers;
pop up in fields and lawns in early Spring.
And watered by tepid April showers
swiftly spread, overtaking everything.
Able to transform the ground overnight,
they turn green grass into a golden fleece.
And then, morph into a magical sight,
as white tufts fill the air upon release.
Though commonly considered pesky weeds,
dandelions are also picked to eat.
And releasing pappi to spread their seeds;
they're notoriously hard to defeat.
Despite suburbanites' ongoing rants,
dandelions are interesting plants.
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