Dandelions

 

Too many dandelions in my backyard,

Yellow flowers tall,

No space for weeds in my garden

On this side of the wall

 

I had to mow them down, the weeds

But my daughter asks me why,

Not roses they are at all, I say

But my answer made her cry

 

‘They are still flowers, aren’t they?

Perfumed they maybe none,

But don’t they add the brightly hues

Yellow as the sun?’

 

Oh bright the many blooms of day

Dancing with the grass,

Yellow green, what a pair

Beauty in the mass!

 

 ‘And look at them thereafter,

Fluffy balls of whites,

One raspy breath of wind will launch

A thousand feathery kites’

 

‘Do you really need to tag them then,

As a weed upon the green?

Joyous flowers dancing all

Forlorn but still a queen’

 

What wondrous ways to see the world,

I cannot help but smile,

Let all the dandelions survive

Mile after earthy mile

 

The eyes with which you see the earth

Gives us hope and joy,

In all the floods that we have made

You’ll be the safety buoy

 

And while we fail to see the weeds

From a dancing sprightly flower,

Let your innocent love, young ones,

Save us in this hour…

 

30^th December. 2022

Inspired by a true conversation