A Nuisance

On a fine sunny day
In a field lush and wild,
She heard in soft whisper,
The fond wish of a child.

The sweet breath of innocence
Propelled her to flight
And she took to the sky
Amid squeals of delight.

Of brown pointed toe
And tufted white hair,
She danced and she twirled
In the warm, scented air.

But her journey was short
For quickly she found
She wanted only to rest
In soft, fertile ground.

Was our lady a faerie?
No, only a seed.
Now, can you see beauty
In a dandelion weed?