You Don't Wish on a Rose

A rose is so marvelously red,
A deep crimson if you will
And symbolizes love.
Yet the petals will wither
And the crimson will dry up,
Becoming nothing more than an
Ugly brown, like blood.

So, is it any wonder that we make wishes on dandelions instead?

A weed so simply pleasant;
Yellow petals turn into white fluff
That catches the wind and
Floats about after being cast off
By a puff of air from a happy child
Letting their wish fly with it.
Then it falls and sprouts again.

And with it, a wish blossoms, too.
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