Where We Never Look--The Forgotten Places

Longer Than Dandelions

Once upon a time,

In a little rhyme,

There was a boy who kissed a girl...

And her heart leapt, and flew the world.

This boy was very young,

But would spare heart and lung

Just to see and to be with the girl he liked,

And one day, he found a little yellow weed,

So small, yet perfect enough to show his deed.

He collected many more yellow blossoms,

And clutched them tightly to his bosom.

The youth held the flowers out to the girl, a gift from the land,

The little flowers were already dying, but she clutched them in hand.

Many years later, when none of those dandelions bloomed,

The boy and the girl, their love always onward loomed.

You see, some things last longer than dandelions,

Most things do, like love or even defiance.

So keep the things that last longer than the little plants,

Keep on learning a newer, better dance.

Or maybe don't, because dandelions grow year after year,

And aren't prone to temptations, sadness or fear.

To the dandelions. Most things