dandelions
Learn more about other poetry terms
Young woman…you are a rose and no other flower.
I am sick and tired of seeing dandelions in my garden,giving their seed to any wind that blows in the mist,
O dandelions dancing in the sun,
You frolic and sway under the bright sky,
But only rise up once spring has begun.
I hope that winter passes quickly by
So we can witness your great elegance: