Oh, to be a Dandelion!

Oh, to be a dandelion
And bask in the sun!
To be picked by a child
And be smiled upon.
To be a wreath on the head
Or picked for mother, dear,
Or to have soft little lips
Blow you in the wind,
Seeds planted again,
And little ripples of laughter
From a child’s carefree joy,
Loved for your beauty,
Even though you be but a weed.
Oh, to be a dandelion,
Dancing in the fields,
Laughing in the summer time,
Flying in the fall,
Buried for the winter,
But ready to bloom again in spring.
Oh, to be a dandelion,
Wild and free!


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