Dandelion Dreams Of bigger things Dandelion dares to hope Dandelion learns to cope Like all other flowers he starts a seed But becomes yet a nuisance, just a weed Dandelion is cut down as fast as he arrived There is no place to hide The dandelion, barely left to stand at all, Slowly, ever surely begins to fall. And dandelion, poor seed of earth, Never lives to see its' rebirth, For when poor dandelion cries, It's seed tries to reach the skies. But yet instead barely gets off the ground, To bring yet another crop of dandelion dreams around.
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