Dandelion Poem by Paul Reed

Gathered up by eager hands
From your place on rolling green lands
Youthful eyes see not a poor relation
But a prize as part of God's creation
A yellow herald of a new morn
Not an encroacher of the lawn;

So be proud, dandelion, feel no shame
Amongst the touted blossoms of higher fame
The love of those most important is guaranteed
For childish hearts do not see a weed
On open slopes or in lee of walls
But a pinpoint sun which precious hope installs.