Dandelion

"Honey, put it down, it's a weed"
They said about the pretty yellow flowers
All those stupid, beautiful, unappreciated things
Carelessly scattered about the garden

All the other flowers were nice to the people
Smelled good, looked good, stayed in their place
The other flowers were the ones that stood for love
And the dandelions were mean and rotten

Stubborn as all hell, the dandelions don't budge.
The tiny petals don't allow it
And if they are ripped from their home
They always come back and get their way.

The other flowers don't hold a candle to my favorite
Poor, dear old dandelion. The weed.
And now I look ahead and I see them again.
"Honey, put her down, she's a weed"