The dandelion lived in a curious meadow
Where tulips and roses grew wild
The dandelion talked at the yellow sun
And smiled at the passing child
The roses and tulips said
“You don’t fit in. You’re simple and tiny and sad,”
But the dandelion yellowed itself for the birds
With all of the yellow it had
And mirrored the sun with all of its might
And thought that one day it would burst into light
Trying so hard; living simply and glad. 

The roses and tulips grew old and decayed
The dandelion woke and its beauty had frayed 
But the dandelion captured the whitened sun
In its prisms of fluff all arrayed
And it danced in the breeze and sung with a wheeze,
“I’m living; I won’t be dismayed.
I’d like to improve the world a bit
Make it a brighter place
But if I’m to fade, that’s how I was made,
So I’ll smile and bow out with grace.”
Then the dandelion drifted off to sleep
And the wind scattered prisms far and deep
And the birds and the grasses drooped down to weep.

But then by surprise, before all of their eyes
Fed by the sunshine dried from the skies
Dandelions covered the meadow in streams
And sang to the sun, and flourished and dreamed
From the dandelion’s still life, out sprung the young
To sing out the joyous still left to be sung
And the old dandelion looked down from the sun
And smiled as the sky shone brighter by one.