phosphenes

22 - the life of a dandelion

among those of gold and flowers

i seem to be a weed 

sucking life from where they they thrive 

yet i am not filled with greed

i am just a dandelion

wading, bathing in the sunlight

a weed with a misleading appearance

unable to dance among the daisies 

unable to speak to the trees

because i am a weed

a pest to some

who think that my petals won't suffice

simply because i do not smell like a rose

but when my time is nearly up

and i lay in my death bed

you finally see value in me

and pluck me from the earth

you let the wind take what's left of me

as if i finally have worth.