Concrete Dandelion

Withered greys of leafy yellow flower.The dandelion that still stands, almost alone.With nobody but herself, really...The wind and tornadoes have come. She's takes the batterig but stands still cause she is concrete, even though she looks so small.The family are far away and her friends are nearby but not in stem shot.The root is tested but Dandelion holds the ground, stiff like cement.A silent tear leaves her flower, she only allows one.Just one tear, for the minute comfort of expressing herself.The seeds are closed but she still grows, her body still evolves.She will make it through this tough season. The concrete Dandelion.Braves my times and only cries inside. Raw but sweet.