The Dandelion
I had a little slumber time
Not much as you can see
But what I found in there
Relates to you and me.
I saw the fields that flourished
With every flower I had in mind
But the special one of all
Was the ripened dandelion.
The little yellow flowers
Let me know that it was bright
And I knew before the dew
It’s head would be snowy white.
I picked the stem with the whitened head
And blew into the bloom
I watched them fly into the sky
And found my way to you.
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