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!