Thanks for everything
an unkown hero
drifting in the wind of justice
steady in the world of dread
plauge, despair, and eternal damnation
She Shines her light upon thee
the one's they forgotten, ignored
for she is the undying sun herself
Ready to bask the light on beautiful flowers
but burn those who choose to destroy
everything and her light
Truely it is we who are blessed
for she cares more for the garden
that grows, rather than the scarecrows
that protects us.
Pity those who live oblivious to her
elegance, for she who should
be loved most is not always known.
But it is I, the dandelion who
spots her, and feels the warmth of
the light growing still.