by Alissa Harrold
Dandelions are so lazy,
They drift in the air like crazy!
They are white and fuzzy,
Small and cozy.
You can believe in their magic or not,
But step on them you cannot.
They bring a fantastic deed whether you think or not.
At night you can see them trot the field of dots.
The orange little circle in the middle,
is where all the magic is bundled.
Their family is very brittle.
Each stem has a family that cuddles.
They soak in the sun all day.
Sometimes horses mistake them for hay,
But when they grow on the bay, the fishes think hey,
The children blow and wish on them each and everyday...