Strong like dandelion,
Raising high to touch the sky.
It knows when yard day is,
shrinking its presence just this once,
matter of life and death.
When it’s time she becomes a new beauty,
stops imitating the sun for her
new cloud-like persona,
drifting carefree.
Strong like dandelion — I grow.
They’ll tell you she’s a weed,
that you shouldn’t want her around.
But if you accept her and all her glory,
welcome her and all her parts,
you might find out
she makes an awesome tea.
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