Dandelions scatter their seeds,
Carelessly toss them on the wind,
Sow them far and wide.
Yet wherever they fall they grow,
In every corner of the earth.
The fortunate in their rose arbors
Look down their noses
At dandelion offspring,
Creeping into their gardens.
Dandelion flowers unfolding,
Some brown, some yellow, some white;
Every color imagined by God.
Each one dreaming
Of seizing their handful of something,
Longing for a handful of something.
Dandelion children,
I know you;
Dirty and neglected, hungry and abused,
Your wailing is painfully loud.
While some dismiss you as a weed,
I know you.
You have every right
To a place in the garden.
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