Human Dandelion Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A yellow burst in early spring,
Dandelion, a welcome thing.
For bees it's food, a buzzing treat,
For deer and birds, a tasty meet.

From Europe's fields to sunny lands,
A salad green, in human hands.
Vitamins packed, a super boost,
A, C, and K, and iron's roost.

A crack in stone, a dusty space,
It finds the light, a stubborn grace.
Unstoppable, a will so bold,
A story in its leaves unfolds.

The mower's whir, the poison's sting,
A moment's pause, but hope will sing.
To seed and spread, its final aim,
A fluffy crown, a whispered name.

Like Dandelion I am me,
I make my way no others see.
Not perfect but it's pleasing to me.
I love the sun but hate the snow,
I seldom search, where's best to go.

T.M.Solvang