Just a summer night.
Oh, everything feels so right.
I sit and stare out my window,
for the reasons unknown to me.
The wind shook the trees
and blew away the dandelions.
Their wishes wisped away
The birds went with the wind,
along with the dandelions.
Just a fall afternoon.
Oh, everything feels so right.
I wait by my window,
but oh no,
where did the dandelions go?
The trees were nearly bare,
but I hardly seemed to care.
The fallen leaves laid still
and the dandelions
nowhere to be seen.
Just a winter night.
Oh, but everything is alright.
I stood at my window,
but still I wonder,
Where did the dandelions go?
The ground covered in snow,
and nothing yet would grow.
Yet, I still know,
I have hope where the dandelions go.
Just a spring morning.
Oh, but everything is not alright.
I glare out my window.
I began to lose hope.
I tied the rope.
For where did my dandelions go?
I can hear the sound,
Yet, I'm so high from the ground.
I once again heard the
chirping of a Blue Jay.
For I have hope where the dandelions will go.
Just a summer night.
Oh, but everything feels so right.
I look out the window,
for many reasons known to me.
The dandelions were back,
along with the wishes
that I thought would
never come back...
