Love Notes from Dandelion to the Child Within
We see you, sweet child. You know our stems are hollow, how our milk smells. How heavy we can be with dew, that we seem to disappear at night, how we open again to the sun. You know the jagged edges of our leaves, the depth of our color, the smell of our petals against a skinned knee, how we can stain denim if you slip on wet grass.