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Song of a Dandelion Pushing up Through an
Urban Sidewalk Crack
We sprout up boldly through the crack to offer
beauty that the sidewalks lack.
And spread our sunshine-bright yellow smiles.
No other flowers can mimic our style.
They call us weeds, but we are a gift sent from
heaven to brighten and uplift the sad, gray
atmosphere.
No other flowers dare to grow around here.
If you would stop and simply see our beauty
compared to the misery . . . the dirt and pieces
of broken glass and useless things that litter the
grass,
You would not see us as simply weeds, but as
beings that a city needs.
Yes, we smile defiantly anyway, and flash our
smile to boldly display what joy can come from
the little things.
We are a song, and if you listen, we sing.
--Tiffany Gholar

Blessed Jamhuri day guys.

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