I am often overlooked
I sprout effortlessly from the ground
In a bulb
My petals are small
Huddled close together
Carrying vitamins to my outer petals
Overtime I flourish
My petals will grow
Extending their leaves
The tip of my petal grazes the dry floor
I am often overlooked
Amongst the cracks in the concrete
I thrive in disturbed areas
Along the railroad
Peaking through parched soil
Found In areas where all the wild things grow
Where all the adventurers may go
I stand out from the rest
A weed like no other
I can be used when you’re under the weather
Please don’t just pluck me
Toss my petals to the side
I can help you find a peace of mind
But I am often overlooked
My felt like leaves protect me
From the creepy crawly insects around me
Loud stomps are heard from afar
As their city feet tremble the ground below
Curious fingers reach
Their sticky hands tug at my body
They feel my leaves for comfort
Something soft to ponder on
I’m often overlooked
Eventually the fussy hands leave
But they never even got to know the real me
Natures pure beauty
A natural medicinal
To heal you
I soothe you when you’re sick
I help your heavy lungs breath
I allow you to walk on your fore feet and smell the fresh summer breeze
I cure your skin of scrapes and burns
Something you adventurers always seek
But I’m often overlooked
You’ll pluck my beauty and leave me to wither in the woods
This piece was really beautiful. It was wonderful how it metaphorically can apply to so many things. Often times, things that are small, abundant, or old can pale in comparison to something big, rare, and new. This is sad because some of the most important and vital things often go unnoticed or taken for granted. People get taken for granted or used all the time and that is an extremely disturbing fact. I love how you connected all of this into nature and also the point of view made it all the more powerful. Really wonderful writing.
-Jade
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I”m unable to see the photo but I assume you are taking the perspective of a dandelion. Your writing is very neat and flows well. I think every kid is intrigued by these flowers, and most (including me), remember when were young doing all the things you described.
Your poem makes me want to get outside on a beautiful day.
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