The Weeds

The roots - a weed from which it stems The golden yellow top, abundantly it blossoms The yard, it doth also blemish Miraculous healing power - the flower Cleansing the bloodstream - indeed Functioning of the body it doth improve Improves bone structure - yes the weed When consumed it blocks the ultra violet rays And reducing stress, I am your friend The immune system even I boost Voila ! " Let me count the ways"? And may they potentially never end Although I pull and I cultivate I consider it my utmost pest I pull from the roots- I discard This golden little beauteous flower Look at me - I am this for you A benefit - yet you weed kill You even destroy me at will And I keep growing , I keep trying I am a BEST friend . I am the dandelion!