Dandelions

Little bright, yellow heads despised not for beauty. That are here, there and everywhere I tread. Gently, tentatively in your meadowy home amidst copious genera alone. Myself but not really alone. Strolling along accompanied by my friends at my feet. Brushing jagged edged leaves- like baby lions teeth. So aptly named dent de lion Lead on! Yellow companions. The time is nearly late. Your feathered, cottony heads show a little.