If I Grow Up...

If I grow up I want to be a dandelion

Deeply rooted yet still dancing wildly across untended field

And obsessively manicured lawn

Without prejudice or bigotry.

I want to be a sunburst of floral jubilance

That children wish upon

Enemies lament their inability to defeat or destroy

And adults with just the tiniest bit of magic in their hearts

Blow kisses to... just in case their dreams come true.

I want to be the first bouquet that earnest little boys

With grass stained knees and muddy fingernails bring

To the first woman that ever loved them more

Than they could possibly understand.

I want to sprout and grow and blossom and then

Explode and launch a thousand ideas to be carried

By the winds of other voices and planted

On untamed waysides and well-tended landscapes

To bloom all on their own... free and indiscriminately

Completely unconcerned with anyone else's opinion of

Where they do and do not belong.

I have been told I am too ambitious for my station

Perhaps that is true...if I grow up I want to be a dandelion.