The Dandelion
By Joseph Ezell
Somewhere in the distance…a monster roars
Can’t you hear it?
Sweet dandelion, so prideful as your name sake
The light from that harsh bulb in the sky shining down on your golden petals,
Small specks of moisture from the early morning dew still evident on their shiny surface
Behold! You are at once the prize of any field. You are one of Mother Nature’s most dazzling creations…
Somewhere in the distance…a monster roars
Can’t you hear it?
Oh, dandelion. Sweet, sweet dandelion. Your dark, brown center is big. Why hide it?, you wonder. For you are not like other flowers! You will not hide what you are. All will see your splendor! From your dashing petals, to your big, dark, brown base….even your thick, green stem are symbols of your strength! For you are the guardian of any field. The king of any place that you call home. You are the mascot of flowers. You are what a flower SHOULD BE.
But…can’t you feel it? Somewhere in the distance…a MONSTER…roars.
It’s big and powerful, dandelion. Bigger than anything than any flower or other resident of the place you call home has ever known. It is bright red they say. It rolls across the grass they say. It shakes the very earth with its battle roar.
Somewhere in the distance…a monster roars.
Oh, dandelion. As strong as you are even you cannot stand up to this creature. It roars in anger at the plants themselves! It has to be soulless. A wicked creation of that arrogant being called man. I fear it will surely cut down all of us.
Somewhere in the distance…a monster roars.
How regal and proud you look as you stand rooted in defiance of the approaching beast! I only wish I had your courage. Oh, how I can see the carnage it wrecks as it steadily approaches us. The grass that stood before it has fallen, surely cut up by its swinging blades. I assure you its attack cannot be stopped or even slowed. It is too late for you oh, mighty dandelion. May you live on in the offspring you have created before this day. May they too be wonders like you…
By Joseph Ezell
Somewhere in the distance…a monster roars
Can’t you hear it?
Sweet dandelion, so prideful as your name sake
The light from that harsh bulb in the sky shining down on your golden petals,
Small specks of moisture from the early morning dew still evident on their shiny surface
Behold! You are at once the prize of any field. You are one of Mother Nature’s most dazzling creations…
Somewhere in the distance…a monster roars
Can’t you hear it?
Oh, dandelion. Sweet, sweet dandelion. Your dark, brown center is big. Why hide it?, you wonder. For you are not like other flowers! You will not hide what you are. All will see your splendor! From your dashing petals, to your big, dark, brown base….even your thick, green stem are symbols of your strength! For you are the guardian of any field. The king of any place that you call home. You are the mascot of flowers. You are what a flower SHOULD BE.
But…can’t you feel it? Somewhere in the distance…a MONSTER…roars.
It’s big and powerful, dandelion. Bigger than anything than any flower or other resident of the place you call home has ever known. It is bright red they say. It rolls across the grass they say. It shakes the very earth with its battle roar.
Somewhere in the distance…a monster roars.
Oh, dandelion. As strong as you are even you cannot stand up to this creature. It roars in anger at the plants themselves! It has to be soulless. A wicked creation of that arrogant being called man. I fear it will surely cut down all of us.
Somewhere in the distance…a monster roars.
How regal and proud you look as you stand rooted in defiance of the approaching beast! I only wish I had your courage. Oh, how I can see the carnage it wrecks as it steadily approaches us. The grass that stood before it has fallen, surely cut up by its swinging blades. I assure you its attack cannot be stopped or even slowed. It is too late for you oh, mighty dandelion. May you live on in the offspring you have created before this day. May they too be wonders like you…
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