A dandelion
That's all I ever need.
A body used for tanks,
Roots dug into the earth;
There's no need to hide.
Count a many dandelion,
Less than none a coward;
No trouble, no stress,
Just keep flaying the wind.
Who could ever be more?
My ideas are seeds on my mind,
Lunging out every which way.
They look ready to soar,
Be ready to launch by a mid-summer's kiss
A breath of air blows to whisper them off.
A dandelion has no fear,
Why should it?
It is as resilient as the world,
To take the worst mayhem and discord
But still it comes back again the next day.
