Like the weeds

You grow,

and you grow,

and you grow

no matter

how many times

they spray toxins

to stunt your growth.

You grow,

and you grow

until you’ve taken over

the whole world,

whispering to those

who will listen

and use you for food

and for medicine.

The others

refuse to see,

they just call you a weed,

like we don’t need

anything

that Mother Nature is proud of.

Cut them down

as if the bees don’t need them.

How misunderstood, you are.

And you resemble the sun,

another misunderstood one.

-dandelion