You are a majestic flower
But I am a beautiful weed
Not many can see the real difference
But it's obvious to me
Tall rose, you, masked by your stunning looks
Deceiver of the perceptive wise
You're the epitome of elegance
But it is you who shrivels up and dies
Now to the dandelion, horrid as can be
I sneak in on tiptoe feet, knowing I don't belong
Yet I persistently burrow my roots in your rich soil
And I struggle as I grow to be strong
But the children run in the garden now
And you are soon passed by
As I am used to make a wish come true
And the children can see past your lies