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 . . . : (
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