Dottie and the Dandelions 

In a garden green, where sunbeams played,

Lived Dottie, a girl, not at all afraid.

She loved yellow flowers, so bright and so bold,

The dandelions' story, she loved to be told.

But some folks saw weeds, a most dreadful sight,

And reached for their cutters with all of their might.

Or worse, a chemical, a spray so unkind,

To leave not a dandelion, no one to find.

"Oh, no!" cried out Dottie, with a tear in her eye,

"These beautiful blossoms, they should not just die!"

With a shovel and bucket, a plan in her head,

She'd rescue her friends from their garden bed.

She'd dig very gently, with care and with grace,

Each root she would loosen, then find it a space.

In pots on her porch, in corners so grand,

She'd give them a home, across all of her land.

From the path and the pavement, from lawns trimmed so neat,

She saved every dandelion, from tiny to sweet.

She watered them softly, with love in her heart,

And watched their bright petals, a wonderful start.

The neighbors would wonder, "What's Dottie doing now?"

As her yard filled with sunshine, somehow, anyhow!

For where others saw weeds, a messy green spray,

Dottie saw beauty, each bright, sunny day.

So if you see dandelions, don't rush them away,

Think of Dottie's kind heart and what she would say:

"They're suns on a stem, a joy to behold,

A treasure more precious than silver or gold!"