Dandelion Dreams
I'm dreaming dandelion dreams,
afloat on a sea of yellow.
And I feel buoyant, as a cloud,
floating on the fringes of sleep.
Sol rises: his gold chariot
igniting the horizon's edge.
And slowly ascends, vanquishing
the last vestiges of the Night.
Dawn's first glimmer of golden light
dissolves ebony silhouettes.
And arouses sleepy shadows,
yawning and stretching into shape.
Blue tints: ink an absorbent sky,
dappled with white cottony clouds.
And starlings squabble in the trees;
as robins forage far below.
Nature's natural masterpiece,
Dawn's spectacularly unique.
And heralds the birth of the day,
with a symphony of color.
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