To a child a dandelion is but a beautiful flower. Picked and given to those they love as a gift. To a Mother its as precious as the child that shared it with her. A Gift. To others it is but a weed that needs to be destroyed because it is in the wrong place. Joy and happiness in life is like that dandelion. To be shared with those we love, to be cherished. There are many that would just destroy all hope, joy and happiness. Just as the dandelion survives, spreads, so must hope and happiness. Life must go on.......