I Admire the Dandelions

I admire the dandelions, 

and how they refuse to go away. 

I admire how their seeds fly without fear

wherever the wind might take them.

I want to sprout up without warning

become a crown for children playing in the fields.

Let me carry their wishes, bring them with me 

as I fly away to new lands. 

I want to claim the spring and summer. 

Let the critics shake their heads as I remain unweedable. 

The life I weave, does not owe them predictability

nor does it owe them a new dawn

upon the horizon. If I die,

let my tale be true to me

even if, it gets labeled as unwanted 

never allowed to be cherished in a garden.

Let my true beauty go beyond a curated patch, 

and catch the eyes of the pure, 

fill the stomachs of the desperate. Save them. 

Let me give hope when it is needed most.