I walked
across my dormant lawn,
And found
to my surprise...
A tiny dandelion
bloomed,
Maybe that
wasn't wise?
It popped up
almost overnight,
From grass all
coarse and brown...
It seemed to
wink and smile at me,
To mock at
winter's frown.
From resting
place deep in the soil,
It hid from
winter's grasp...
Until warm
sun said 'Come on out,
Winter is nearly
past!'
But I had
heard a rumor,
And knew what
was to come...
I bent and
picked it carefully,
For winter
was not done.
The dandelion's
smiling face,
Seemed quite
reward enough...
It's yellow
nestled in my hand,
Like softest bit
of fluff.
Who is the
one that can ignore,
And fail to be
inspired...
By dandelion's
smiling face,
When winter has
us tired.
© 01/15/08 Loree (Mason)
O'Neil
Midi
playing is: Pocketfull Of
Gold
