I've often thought that dandelions are a child's perfect flowers.
They grow everywhere.
They're not missed by the yard owners.
They grow back in an inexhaustible supply.
They're set off perfectly against the green grass children love to walk through.
They're sturdy for little hands to grasp.
They're brightly colored so little eyes can seek them out.
They make perfect gifts for the people they love.
They do funny things.
And best of all…
they grant wishes…
Sunshine in bloom.
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