A Lone Stand Against Conformity

A Lone Stand Against Conformity

In winter, a lone dandelion blooms,
Defying aged rules of conformity.
The other flowers, still yet seed,
Scorn their brother and call him weed.
How dare you be different?
How dare you be free?
But despite the ridicule of his fellows,
The dandelion continues on:
First growing leaves, then becoming tall,
Next forming spores that soon will fall.
How dare you be different?
How dare you be free?
Days after spring touched
Our early blooming Flower-friend,
A breeze did return spores to the earth
For yet another winter’s early birth.
How dare you be different?
How dare you be free
While the rest of us are trapped
In unending conformity?

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