O dandelion, rich and haughty, <br />King of village flowers! <br />Each day is coronation time, <br />You have no humble hours. <br />I like to see you bring a troop <br />To beat the blue-grass spears, <br />To scorn the lawn-mower that would be <br />Like fate's triumphant shears, <br />Your yellow heads are cut away, <br />It seems your reign is o'er. <br />By noon you raise a sea of stars <br />More golden than before.<br /><br />Vachel Lindsay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dandelion/
