Dandelion, Dandelion

Dandelion, dandelion,
growing free and wild,
often thought of as a pest
but you are nature's child.

Dandelion, dandelion,
waving in the sun,
lifting up your golden face
to smile at everyone.

Dandelion, dandelion,
you put on a show
when you're waltzing with the wind,
swaying to and fro.

Dandelion, dandelion,
fragrant and so fair,
popping up among the grass -
you are everywhere!

© Fay Herridge
Published in Canadian Stories, Apr/May 2005