Ode to a Dandelion

Uncontrollable
Irrepressible
You could call them
sunshine incarnate
staining everything they touch
with the simplicity of cheer.
Childish exuberance
like laughter dancing over spring fields
Yet with a serious side
as wispy silver wishes
float over summer breezes.
Call it a weed if you will
I do not think it
such a shame
to be a Dandelion.