Dandelion Revisited

 

Dandelion Revisited

The dandelion in the last poem was true to its destiny,

Its seeds were dashed by the wind and flew away, endlessly,

But as predicted the new growth rapidly replaced the old,

A crown of yellow formed swiftly, as I previously foretold,

I gazed out my window in awe of the new yellow dome,

I could see the old empty stem still standing in its original home,

Then I heard the distance sound of the mowers coming its way,

Its fate was sealed, and it was cut, and sadly whisked away,

But behold, today I saw again another yellow coloration,

That dandelion was back in force and pursuing its destination,

Arising from the same root, this regenerative flower was persistent,

The elements of the world would not damper its existence,

The mighty tap root gave it strength, each and every day,

And it would not perish unless the root was pulled and tossed away,

I can take a lesson from the resolve of a mighty dandelion,

This world can try to shoot me down, but I will keep on flying,

And some day I will land my plane somewhere on a distance shore,

And pain and trials, hurt and sorrow will be with me no more.

Tammy Harvey

4/13/2023