To my dandelion, Still vibrant with syntax,
I feel your spirit weep. a full moon in your prime.
Though a bitter weed to many, Roots leaving foot tracks,
my forgiveness is yours to reap. waning soul aligned.
Now rise through the cracks, Understand you're true,
Young sun; Faith is blind. and that I will come through.
My advice? Relax, For your seeds will carry on,
just for this one time. because I'll make them strong.
The world has hated you, Your stars are a hull of wax,
but I created you. The helm is not defined,
Do what's right for me, My realm's eternal climax,
and grow old joyfully. When you accept your heart as mine.