WE ARE THE DANDELIONS We are the dandelions. From the beginning only seen as a weed, a destruction of beauty a heathen to the garden. We are stomped on and ripped from the ground and spread away. But those of us who survive all that, survive the frost and rain, only then are we seen in beauty, only when we change into the small white pearl of a flower do you then see the poetry and make wishes upon our seeds. Other dandelions see the beauty in us from the start, from seed to small sonny rings in the field. Beauty and chance is hidden; you must only wait a moment. First impressions are misleading. Sarah Robinson ‘20
Alex Paluszek '20
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