Everyone starts as a seed Me and you we begin the same Each one a different flower
A perky daisy
A sweet rose
Or an innocent lily.
Me? I’m sure I’m a weed Short and stout that’s me All the other’s far prettier Than my ugly seed.
When rain comes all the others grow Their roots strong
Stems straight against the spring breeze
Their colors shine under the summer sun
All with a purpose collected in autumn
When winter comes they will be used to heal.
I don’t know what I’m for No one picks me And I have no thought for the future Not the prettiest in the garden Nor the smartest against prey.
It’s a hopeless thing To live in the unknown Waiting to be picked Just for once first Not last or not at all.
It was another year long gone When the sun shine And a child giggled Plucked me up from the ground.
Her smile wide looking at me Nothing more than a silly weed Clutching me in her hands Running home ever so fast.
Her mother said I was a dandelion A pretty flower and a lovely gift Full of vitamins for good health My yellow petals like the sun Representing love, hope, and happiness.