Dandelion

I’ve seen you in the pavement cracks
And growing by the tin-roof shacks
You lace the hills and edge the dales
And cast your net of feathered veils

I’ve heard a girl say you were smoke
And there’s a boy thought you were broke
Your face I’ve touched, so soft and light
And with each wish you’ve taken flight

I’ve seen you ride upon the breeze
And there are insects that you tease
But with each journey that you make
You spread the joy of give-and-take

I’ve heard you called a simple weed
And much besides, but pay no heed
So much in nature’s whole and true
But nothing’s perfect quite like you