Philosophical

i keep him where he can do the most good, 
by mostly, keeping his head held up right; 
though the winds of life sweep him like 
 fine dust, 
through the swirling passions of his own 
 mind. 
his life is most like the dandelion; 
should the ways of its usefulness be 
 counted- 
that I may decide to keep him alive, 
or think it a wast of my precious time. 
this thought, subjective; friend, fiend or 
 flower- 
though if i am to say: i think he is: 
the gift of the green stem tethered to God, 
shining through the face of modernity. 
if reason be, for human compassion: 
is the comen sight of the dandelion.

The Dandalion