Now you see me. Now you don’t.
Will I live? You wish I won’t.
I started this life as a seed.
Some call me a weed.
I have a beautiful yellow flower.
That sticks out like a sore thumb in your pretty green grass; my super power.
You mowed me down!
Frown.
But I’ll be back as a light as air puff ball.
The wind blows me around. Can we see where I fall.
You continue to mow me down!
What’s wrong with you? Frown.
Oh, but I will get even.
Do you understand the mess you will be in?
Mow me down, you can try.
Sigh.
What do I feel? The vibrations of a lawnmower near?
I shrink into myself and hide. It’s worse than I feared.
No time to hide. Lay down. Blend in?
These vibrations are not my friend.
You think you’ve gotten the best of me?
Proud of yourself, I see.
The vibrations are gone. Surprise!
This wicked plan I have devise.
With a thousand of my sisters and brothers;
your yard, we will smother.
Our stems up right and tall.
A forest of dandelion stems stretching toward the sun. We will not fall.
Freshly mowed lawn indeed.
Now our evil plan you see.
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