I am the dandelion
that grows in the garden
surrounded by precious
petals and gentle greens
that smile under the sun.
A **** among flowers.

The one the gardener
never gladly waters
and constantly becomes
victim of a rough hand
around the stem chocking
me out from the soft earth.

Yet even through the harsh
words the wind brings I do
continue living as
I ride the gusts once more
parasailing into
the ground finding new homes.