09/26/2025
There was a trade off at some point where Mother Nature became Culture.
During this time, we were somehow convinced to spray poison on the food and medicine growing freely around us. Whispers became conditions passed down that it was a burden for dandelions to be growing in our sidewalks, lawns, fields, meadows, and roadways.
So a life halting toxin was manipulated and sold to us, using the very currency we generate, to spend on something that kills the cure.
This is now what we call normal.
We silence the dandelions as we tell them to grow somewhere else
for they shine too brightly here.
The standard has become not to question why there is so much sickness,
but to call diabetes just a part of everyday life.
“It’s just what happens when you get old.”
But the dandelions know the secret within their bitter truth is
that you too can shine like the sun, dream as the moon, and reach for the stars.
All it takes is for someone like you to remember what it meant before we were divided and torn from the sea.
To remember Eden is right beside us. Just listen and follow the buzzing of the bees.
Can you feel the cool breeze as the birds still rise up and sing?
And if you’ve tried to answer back what did you say?
Can you remember? Before the ride?
We can’t grow if we’re not connected to the ground.
Like flowers clipped from their source, we wither.
We are all mighty dandelions.
We have to stop spraying each other away. The enemy is not one another. It's who sold us the poison.
Dandelions know they are worthy to grow on every continent, every yard, sidewalk, and road no matter how much they are hated for it.
Because they are the sunshine that supports and detoxifies all life.
They are connection we all forgot.
That's the hollow. The unspoken knot.
There is nothing wrong with you.
You are not mentally ill. Our culture is.
You were always enough.
You're not to sensitive, and we shouldn't have to prove we are strong enough to survive each other.
That's not normal, that's not just facts of growing up. That is the sickness .
Why compete when all can thrive?
We are all Mighty Dandelions.
Jeny Shynon
Dee Maple Dee Maple Band
Mightydandelions.com
