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!
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