The Dandelion


Early in the spring
A diminutive yellow flower
Sprouts up and Dots among the grass
The color of fresh butter
They spread and spread
As if to last forever
While covering a lawn,golden after dawn
The yellow color attracts the bees
Who see them as alluring
They light on it as if it was gold
Leave them alone I am told
Let them age and grow old
Most people dislike
The flower and do their best
To get rid of it and let it rest
They can be attractive to some
And a menace to others
When ready to seed, A while downy top
Appears and as you blow
You never know how many will grow
As the seeds proliferate
And sprout up again next year
Ready for another cycle to begin

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