Poem – Dandelions by Natasha
The skies are filled with the seeds of dandelions,
The streets march in celebration to remember,
A brave heart filled with courage.
As the birds sing in the pine trees,
As the songs of a mother,
Busy, buzzingly, singing,
From an open window.
As the seeds floated,
A magical mid-morning moment.
As they fell one by one,
Into the soft earth,
Some in the stones,
Far away from the stinging nettles,
That cause pain.
Close by a a magical leaf,
It’s balm soothing,
To comfort all child young and old,
Oblivious to the deadly knight shades,
Hiding in the bushes,
Or nettles in the lonely,
Forest pathways …
Dandelions … silent as the wind,
Carries the seeds of sunshine buttons,
To our gardens and homes…