With elegance and grace,

With a sparkle in her eye,

A glow upon her face.

She walked right past the roses,

Although their beauty shown,

She stopped at a tattered pot,

Where a weed had once grown.

With a tender touch she reached,

Carried it in her hand,

She took it to the counter,

They could not understand.

She bought this rejected pot,

Then put it by her side,

Showered it with her sweet love,

In it, she took great pride.

The dandelion, strong now,

People started to see,

What she had known all along,

It had unique beauty.

She strolled into the business,

With elegance and grace,

With a sparkle in her eye,

Put a glow upon my face.