Ode to the Dandelion
Nature's Renegade I will not be a hot-house flower An orchid, prized for beauty and perfection. Nurtured, coddled so tenderly Giving my life to human protection. I will not be a garden rose, Although I admire her wicked thorn. She is pruned and cut for perfect show. Made to lose her true wild form.... Sign in to see full entry.