Dandelions, your fame grows near and far.
Your floral stages echo sun, moon and star.
Your bright yellow blooms burst into the morning air.
Yet, at night you fold your flowers, as if in penitent prayer.
Long ago gardeners gave way to your herbaceous yields,
Exchanging expensive grass for your expansive yellow fields.
Thriving longer than your seasonal cohorts,
You are useful from flower to roots.
You are generous visitors,
Welcomed on many farms.
‘Though occasional olfactory suitors,
Are not always appreciative of your charms.