I think I am a dandelion...
At least I want to be like one.
Since,
no matter how many times you cut it,
rip it up,
throw rocks on it,
poison it,
chops it with an axe,
it still grows up to show you a little sun.
But, ah, please don't take my sun away,
I need her comfort and warmth.
Oh, and please let the rain stay too,
when someone cries and needs me,
I grow stronger.
And, and!
Please don't take my soil away,
without it I don't know who I am nor where I stand.
Yes, I think I am a small dandelion.