Originally posted on MY WALL:
Our yard was full of dandelions .
The bees were in paradise –
they buzzed from flower to flower
and savored an endless sea of nectar.
My feet adored the sunbeams
shooting from the ground
glowing golden under the setting sun.
Laughter rent the air
while children puffed on the silken globes
sending clouds of gossamer
sailing and disappearing into forever.
Innocence and beauty
if capable of being touched
were all over our yard
but then they had to be mowed
for they did not belong.