Out upon the meadow,
Out in the field so green,
There's a hundred tiny flowers,
Waiting to be seen,
With a thousand tiny seed pods,
Topped with a fuzzy swirl,
That makes this little flower,
Look like a fluffy pearl,
They say that if you blow them,
They'll grant your fondest dream,
But I'm not sure about that,
Things aren't always as they seem,
I do know that these seedpods,
As on the wind they soar,
Will make a new begining,
And a hundred flowers more.
2 comments:
Hey sweetie, don't forget to give credit for the picture to Bishop my friend Laura's husband. He is a professional photographer.
By the way I do love the poem also!
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