The Dandelion
Donald P. Goodman III
Version 1.0,
From tough but tender rosette rooted in the field
arises slender stem to reach for Brother Sun;
her taproot, deeply rooted, keeps her strongly keel'd;
she nods toward Sister Mother Earth, with whom she's one.
Her brother Wind oft blows her slim stem to and fro,
but always does she turn toward that life-giving light;
her leaves, like arrows showing us the way to go,
point all directions, toward all that is true and right.
Her splendor'd fill e'en Solomon with jealousy;
but men call her a weed; how dark must be their sight!
Her slender stem holds up the sun's own majesty;
but she nods towards the earth, with whom she one must be.