She is a flower...

Not a rose, for a rose is fragile, she has no thorns about her.
She perseveres, she flourishes in spite of her conditions, and seems to add colour to places that need it most.
each day lifting her head to the see the sun, or to welcome the rain.
she has a beauty of her own, few appreciate it, but those who do can see it clearly in all of its strength and power.
she is the first to shine and the last to fade.
She's wild and free, often leading her to places where people do not appreciate her.
dandelion will be her name.