Could the dandelion be excused for not being a rose, If its effort to grow was much greater; If it labored and toiled Through unfavorable soil, And bloomed just a little bit later? Would its gaunt be forgiven and size overlooked If the looker could see what's within? Sure, the rose has its place, But it can't match the grace Of when dandelions dance in the wind! Zachary Dilks is a writer currently residing just outside of Austin, Texas. A toolmaker by trade and a poet by heart, he began pursuing his passion for writing at age 17.