Dandelion
Scattered all about the ground, yellow-buttery ,
profound. When her day is finally gone, dandelion
lingers on and makes her way back home again.
Little parachutes go out and fly on wings of windy
air. Landing on the mountain tops, found one on
the front-porch stair. Little vagabond gets round
as she flutters to the ground to put her little
feet back down again on some remote terrain.
Buttercup of nature simply graces country road and
sits beside the garden path to make some color,
create a splash. If ever there be a hunger here,
little flower of the air will fill our portion to
the top with leafy greens we need so much.
Should I return to earth again, I wish to be a
dandelion, for she is true in form and substance,
and she will never fail for God has made her
perfect.
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