Can a dandelion care?

There's nothing there, I thot with glee,
my lawn is clean of clutter.
But when a wayward car plowed through,
its wheels did whine and stutter.

The dust and green torn by machine
and then the driver shown,
the panicked look of God's embrace,
their eyes frozen and blown.

No rescue did this one receive,
the fates had come to call.
no thot, no care, and no reprieve.
it happens to us all.

But in the dirt a fluffy crown
has almost blurred the vision,
the shooters went out everywhere
just after the collision.

To live and give more life, its job,
is all its ever known.
Passed down by one who fell before,
with nay a thought to own.