Are these the bold and mighty lions,
These fluffy, flighty dandelions?
The daisies laugh; the rose entices,
But dandelions sacrifice.
Shedding off their lions manes
As soft and silvery sailplanes:
Sailplanes to bear the seed
Wherever autumn’s wind may lead.
And in the spring, the ‘lions roar,
Plus a thousand more.
Shall I then merely bloom to die,