Dandelion

Dandelion,
For a season,
Bright as sunshine,
Bold and free.

With a mane,
Of tender reason,
Brass-fire dewdrops,
Shine on me.

She’s a golden child of morning,
She’s the echo on the wind,
Dandelion’s bloom so full of burning,
This life’s beauty and its end.

Dandelion,
For a season,
Bright as sunshine,
Bold and free.

Rays of hope,
Beyond my reason,
Life’s pure kisses,
Made for me.

She’s a golden child of morning,
She’s the echo on the wind,
Dandelion’s bloom so full of burning,
This life’s beauty and its end.

~FS