Sunday, February 10, 2013

Spring Bounty

I saw a flower wave at me
Near sidewalk in the grass
I marveled at its symmetry
Its soft and fragile mass
How awed I was by what took place
That brought it to my view
The seed that flew through time and space
Then nourished by the dew
How birds were blind to morsel meal
Twas fortune smiling down
Allowed a root to dig with zeal
In soil of orange and brown
And sun did serve a loving glow
That kept this flower blessed
Though storms had knocked it to and fro
It flowered nonetheless
So now this mir'cle towers tall
Above green grass anew
I hear the sound of Roundup call
Poor dandelion, adieu.

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