I am like a dandelion because I know who I am. I rejoice in who I am, the way God made me. Although everyone can't see me for who I am, they see me as a "weed" instead of a flower, I continue to bloom for everyone. I have a lot to offer to the world--we all do. When people hurt me, intentionally or not, I easily spring back to life. My spirit cannot be crushed, because I am not alone in life. I grow everyday and my roots grow deeper, reach farther out. I sometimes feel scattered, like the puffs of the flower blowing over the grass. But those seeds often land somewhere fertile, and I and others can grow even more. No matter where I am, I know I must adjust. Like the dandelion, I can flourish in the country or by the back steps. I hope that I will always be like a dandelion in these ways.