They wait
For us
To say
Hello
Though
We call them
Weeds
But
They still
Come back
Even though
We pick them
And blow them
As wishes
Maybe the world isn’t
So horrible
Maybe we can make it
Even if we
Believe
That there is nothing left
But maybe
We should all be more
Like dandelions
Because they have
Hope
So why don’t we?Â
*I know it’s a plant but still poems don’t have to make sense, do they? I think they represent something bigger that us. Which is strange but it’s a deeper meaning then the fact they’re plants. Look and maybe you’ll figure it out.