Once there was a dandelion who grew within the shade.
The dandelion lingered in the debts of shadow, never once having the sun bless it petals in it's lifetime.
The dandelion could've graced a rosy bower.
No one or no thing but the wind ever crossed to the dandelions path.

One day, a rose began to bloom in the sunlight near the dandelion. The dandelion was finally not alone, for the rose overtime grew and soon stood near the dandelion.

The dandelion grew in sweet humility, instead of hiding.