Given half a chance
dandelions will dance,
if left alone, at best
they don't seem such a pest.
Bright faces that show
their sun-heads come out
all faces of yellow,
as Nature's display is about.
Whisks of white float and fly
puffed in the breeze
before your very eye
to spread their seed.
So when you see dandelions are about
some good gardeners will give them room,
to dance and spread their yellow blooms.
Not all enjoy them though and go pulling them out.
Can't imagine why they don't give a chance
for our dandelions to dance.
Thanks Aaron. I will be reading your other poems and look forward to it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Whisks of white float and fly puffed in the breeze before your very eye to spread their seed. give them room to dance and spread and show the beauty of the yellow flowers.. lovely description of the beauty of nature....... thank u dear poet. tony
Thanks Tony, I'm glad you enjoyed it. Many so called weeds don't deserve that name.