Dandelion

 

With my yellow petals,
And my healthy stem,
I was certain of
who I am

Around my soil,
Bigger flowers grew,
But to myself
I was ever true

A dandelion
Small but lovely,
I was sure
to believe

Till a gardener,
Came to pluck me,
Only to say,
I was a weed.

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