The Yellow Dandelion
Standing on its own, taller than the rest
It’s safe from predators
Not a spot one would seek out to mow or fertilize
Perhaps it chose this spot for a reason
Bright yellow, with a hint of green
Where the skinny, long green stem pokes through it’s center
Like the stick through a lollipop awaiting a child’s first lick
Dark orange towards the center
Where the petals hug each other tightly
Before they branch out and separate just a bit
Forming their ever so jagged edges like the bottom of a raggedy pair of jeans
Dancing a little with the movement of air
It’s not a windy day, but it still chooses to dance wildly
Would it survive a hurricane?
Standing on it’s own, taller than the rest
Saddened that it’s hated so much
Trying to show it’s beauty
Within it’s sunshine yellow dandelion existence
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