The dauntless one.
Why humans cannot stop loving this plant ally
Native people often had a belief that, plants were our caretakers, our Grandparents, you could say. That we in a way, if we keep to traditions, singing to the seeds, replanting them, cherishing them - we serve a purpose. Terra Preta - the living soil - Is made by man after all.
There is a dauntless fellow
who wears a hat of yellow
But only in the summer and the spring
He changes to a white one
a children’s wish delight one
puffs of joy spread over everything
Of temperature he is a barometer
Possessing a themometer
he tells if it’s too hot or cold to sing
In all things he is a leader
In the spring the main bee feeder
Yes, Dandelion has a princely ring
when his golden hat turns white
Tour wish is his delighy
as you sip his wine or tea
This gentleman a giver
he’ll help you with your liver
Those who do not know him well, call him a weed
When life gets too frenetic
and you want a diuretic
He gives you more potassium than others take
the only known diuretic
potassium hermetic
he is there for you when you need a brake.
Love the dandelion...such a useful flower and definitely not a weed. The poems and the little pictures are so lovely.***
Such a survivor, she is! Or he...I love seeing them blanketing the countryside in the spring. Love your poem... :)