Roses never fail to impress,
always seen as the best
Used as gifts or disguises
even through demises
But never would you see a dandelion;
that would be defyin';
But have you ever stopped for one
and let yourself become undone?
Roses display beauty and love –
it's what my mother always wanted more of
But all eventually faded
Down, the petals cascaded
But no, a dandelion is a weed
and roses still succeed.
The rose and the dandelion
may die the same,
but one is tame,
the latter, uncontained.
Maybe far, maybe near
its seeds will drift away without fear
With somewhere to go
it will continue to grow
Whose gardens it touches, leave is its mark.
The path taken, it continues to disembark.
Its colors may not be as vibrant
just sitting there, silent
but it still has life in it
that not all (or most) see;
hidden behind, underneath
its little bits.
So not all are roses
maybe not even dandelions,
because life has more flowers that grows with it
Just look beyond and you'll see,
but for now, that dandelion is me.