Dear Dandelion

What flew you here, those winds so benign.
Lord's many children, you are the scion.
Face's arch of peace, yet full of energy.
Groundingly you maneuver, dear Dandelion.

Feathery crown you donned, you bedazzled little seed.
Strength of your will lifts your frame, qui est Petit.
Radiant yellow when you enter, then luminous white shine.
You are rhythm manifest, my sweet dandelion.

Oh the bow that runs ear-to-ear and gets your eyes squint.
You have four eyes, and I see in Rose tint.
Just a sight intoxicates, you sugary Port Wine.
I'll ditch the jasmine, for your whiff my dandelion.

The breeze spritz's fresh scent of destiny,
Whilst I was in deluded Oud.
Enough beating around the bush, bout time for the Truth.
The thing is I really l... actually, nevermind.
You ought not to care for seasons everblooming dandelion.

So this is a Plea to thee, never leave your sway.
Ruthless is the world, don't let it take 'you' away.
I hope to see you on every path I find,
Or maybe can hold you for every lifetime,
Uhm, to shelter you from gusts eh, My dear Dandelion.