In the eyes of a child,

what grows from the earth is considered beauty.

What's classified as a pest is simply a flower to the innocent;

A flower that looks, smells, and feels so, is.

Why the dandelion?

Surely its golden radiance goes noticed,

Surely its scent remains as aromatic,

And surely the smiles of a child 

brought on by the bounties of gold carried home are sincere.

So I ask -- why the dandelion?

What separates them from the likes

of isis, of tulips,

of sakura or daffodils?

A rose, when taken in haste,

pierces the skin like a dagger.

Why are these not considered weeds?

Is it numbers? Aesthetic?

Ask the child who levels roses and dandelions equally;

he would view you in the light of a fool.