The Dandelions Lament

The Dandelions Lament Here I stand all alone, see how I have grown Though if I am seen gardeners usually moan I am just a yellow dandelion, that’s my name Gardeners like to dig me up, it is all their aim But yet am I not just a ray of lovely sunshine With lovely bright colours looking ever so fine But alas - just what is my forever eternal sin? That I end up being dug up and put in the bin Look at me here, sat in the middle of the lawn Our petals close at night but back every morn considered good, back in the good olden days Used as medicines, food & even in magic ways But alas our greed for water, curse us forever Now we are slain, for just being ever so clever If we offend you why not just stick us in a pot Save you digging us up within the garden plot That I can shine just for you - nature intended Instead of left in the rubbish bin - all lamented Indiana Shaw . . . : (