Lion's Tooth
I am soaring in the sky
Watching birds fly by
My parachute opens wide
As downward I gently glide
Finally I land on some soft grass
And I become rooted to the spot, alas
I will bask in the sun's glow
As my leaves spread out and grow
I am no longer a youth
And my leaves are looking like a lion's tooth!
I am usually found very close to the ground
But soon I will be upward bound
And atop my stem, with a yellow flower I am crowned
It won't be long before the wind makes me fly
And once more I will soar in the sky!
4-6-19
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Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2019
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