Simple and fresh and fair from winter's close
emerging,
As if no artifice of fashion, business, politics,
had ever been,
Forth from its sunny nook of shelter'd grass-
innocent, golden, calm as the dawn,
The spring's first dandelion shows its trustful
face.
I'm trying to figure out the meaning of this poem. Why is the first dandelion so trustful? And trusting of what? Why is it better than any image/idea from fashion business or politics?
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