Dandelions

 

Dandelions in the grass,

On a bright spring day,

Brown bees buzz, and robins chirp,

Children shout and play.

 

Dandelion face up-turned

Like a yellow brush.

Short stemmed floweret adorns,

Green grass, deep and lush.

 

Dandelions plucked in haste,

By little fingers,

Of the summer days to come,

Cheerful harbingers.

 

 

Soon each yellow face will wilt,

And the blossom fade,

Other flowers take their place

In the forest glade.

 

To keep our faces bright and

Bravely live each day,

Is the lesson we can learn

From this flower gay.

 

~ Lily S. Thomas

 

 

The flowers appear

on the earth.

Song of Solomon 2:12