A burst of color, <br />Vivacious yellow, <br />An exquisite beauty, <br />This little fellow. <br /> <br />Beware its splendor, <br />From an outside look, <br />For deep within <br />Is a little crook. <br /> <br />It grasps the life <br />Of its friend, <br />Strangles, hurts, <br />Holds to the end. <br /> <br />When all of those <br />Around turn dry, <br />It is then the beauty <br />Sits on high. <br /> <br />They attack to satisfy <br />Their own needs, <br />Not caring of others <br />Hearts and deeds. <br /> <br />If they were gone, <br />Would life be strong? <br />Would it keep going <br />Feeling we belong? <br /> <br />What would life be <br />If there was no such thing <br />Could it be better <br />Without these weeds?<br /><br />Jim Butler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dandelions-7/
