Dandelion.
This is me. I like to be free.
This is how I see my identity.
A dandelion yellow and bright.
Bringing a smile with it’s positive sight.
It brings hope and life and grows real fast.
Out of the ashes dandelions last.
Not afraid of fear it forgets the past.
Growing anywhere, its impact is vast.
A weed? A flower? I think you can choose.
It may seem like magic, as dandelions never loose.
No matter dead or alive they always bring joy.
Yet to some people they might slightly annoy.
So beautifullly bright, this is what they are.
And often bring beauty out of scars.
No shame in being seen from afar.
Dandelions always raise “Beauty’s bar”.
