wind is my friend
it drives me anywhere
I dance in the air because of it
or a little girl pick me and *******
where I fell, that's where my new home is
I grow anywhere
leaving old story
build a new story
along with the wind that will always faithfully take me anywhere
roamed the earth

Some people think I’m a ****
but that’s not exactly true.
If you let me
there’s lots that I can do.

My blooms are bright like sunshine
popping up, smiling at you.
They invite the insects
like bees and butterflies, too.

They light up the grass in most seasons,
fall and summer and spring.
Children pick them to give to their mothers,
a surprise bouquet they bring.

All the plant can be eaten.
Flowers, leaves and roots
are full of healthy vitamins,
raw in salad or cooked in a soup.

But maybe best is when seeds grow
you can wish hard and gently blow.
As they float away to grow anew,
perhaps your wishes will come true.

they're in their own class
yet they get a bad rap
those tiny bright suns of
gardens and grass

they give so much
it's really not fair

to make such fun
of the clothes that they wear

clothes that are cheery
and chase away dreary

they're truly a prize
for both stomach and eyes

they offer their leaves
for a salad
it's really true, this is valid

their heads of yellow
made into a brew
can make you quite mellow
and satisfy you

if that's not enough
to give them their due
beauty and charm
sustenance too
giving their all for
a drink and a dish

give breeze
to their fluffy white seeds
they'll grant you a wish