Dandelion,
Tiny seeds, wind blown
Fragile as life, infinite.
Buried here, in the soil,
A future for another day.
Tiny seeds, wind blown
Fragile as life, infinite.
Buried here, in the soil,
A future for another day.
Spring is
Forgotten hope tucked away
Before winter curled its icy claws.
Once hidden, now peering through the murk
To find its place, to become.
Forgotten hope tucked away
Before winter curled its icy claws.
Once hidden, now peering through the murk
To find its place, to become.
Pale yellow, hopeful as sun’s rays
Fresh, a chance to fulfill.
There is hope in the tiniest seed
The runaway on the wind,
The potential caught in a burr.
All it takes is one moment, one breath of wind.
Fresh, a chance to fulfill.
There is hope in the tiniest seed
The runaway on the wind,
The potential caught in a burr.
All it takes is one moment, one breath of wind.
Every second a new chance.
A fresh start.
And then, the becoming.
New life, uncovered.
To begin, again.
A fresh start.
And then, the becoming.
New life, uncovered.
To begin, again.
