A dandelion seed That’s what you are Neither here nor there Gliding gleefully Flying ever so high The current as your companion
Floating on the sea of life I see you there and I’m smiling As the sun shines upon your face Listening to the birdsong of tranquility Holding steadfast to the feather of peace As the waves of contentment wash over your beautiful soul
Happiness abides within you Carrying you to the ends of the earth A heart so full of blissful wonder A head so unaware of the passing of time All the things that really matter You’ve found them Now hold on tight
It was a warm-weathered day as delicate petals pelted and pranced across the pages of an open book. Occasionally, a brisk breeze would materialize, causing a sudden soirée of flowers to take flight, ultimately embellishing the barren pages, which seemed particularly peckish for a poetic phrase. It was as if the tree were purposely parading posies in an attempt to gain the attention of the writer below. But the wordsmith was lost in a world of rhythmic ruminations, never giving the tree a single thought, focusing solely on the stark landscape of her inconsolable book. Had the writer even an inkling about what the tree desired to divulge, she may have taken a moment to meditate, soaking in the silent secrets of her friend above. But as this wasn’t the case, the writer continued to stare blankly, utterly unaware of the many mysteries that were longing to be revealed.
Sometimes I feel so small out here underneath it all The sky is so vast every mountain so high I’m a mere speck of dust to every passer-by Insignificant by design feeling ready to resign Like a splash from a waterfall an unnoticed drip splattered upon grandeur preparing to slip Yet I wonder if I could be a friend to the mighty sea As insufficient as I am I’ve got so many dreams under the weight of them all I’m nearly bursting at the seams Ambitions overflowing completely ready to get going But the path is never straight and the journey can be so long can’t always get someplace unless you’re really strong A new age a new me I wonder who I’ll be I’ve searched my whole life through a forest of tall trees looking for all the answers as if they’re there on the breeze Just more questions forever found scattered lifelessly on the ground Wonder if I’ll ever find my way I’m over halfway through This is just how life is when you’re turning fifty-two
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