If we didn't know dandelions were weeds,
would we love their sunny faces?
If we didn't know they were invasive,
would we stare in wonder
at fields of yellow?
If we didn't know they'd keep coming back,
would we let them be?
If we didn't try so hard to be rid of them,
would we appreciate their tenacity?
If we didn't know they were weeds,
would we love their transformation
into blow balls of seed?
