Growing in
cracks of concrete and
grassy fields and
the vegetable patch.

“A weed,” they say derisively
of the dandelion.

Unwanted
save by small children.

They know
that each seed holds a fairy
They know
that fairies are more powerful than candles.

Unwittingly, they aid the enemy,
spreading feather-soft seeds
floating aloft on a breeze
of fervent hopes and dreams.

“Curse the dandelion,” says the gardener.

Trampling
it
underfoot.

“Curse the dandelion,” says the world.

but

Kept alive by children and
growing in
cracks of concrete and
grassy fields and
the vegetable patch

It will survive.