The blog will pick a word of the week, to share & explore the selected word. Here’s an expression for the word –dandelion.
A single seed in sunlight spun
A golden face, a tiny sun.
You bloom where careful hands don’t tend
In cracks of roads, at edge’s end.
You rise unmasked in places bare
A flicker of gold in borrowed air.
No garden’s pride, no florist’s claim
Yet, still you burn with sunlit flame.
They call you weed, they pass you by
Yet, you still lift your head up high.
Through stubborn soil, through stone & strain
You drink the light, you dance in rain.
And though the world may call you wild
There’s something sacred, undefined.
In how you bloom without decree
And scatter into destiny.
Your yellow fades to silver sphere
A fragile beauty of wishes near.
Each blow that sets your petals free
Carries dreams on wind’s soft sea.
Each thread a path, each seed a flight
A constellation full of light.
You fall apart, yet multiply
A lesson written in the sky.
Dear dandelion, wild & bright
You teach the art of quiet might.
To root, to rise, to drift, to be
Unbound, unseen, yet always free.
A humble bloom, both fierce & small
You lose yourself, yet gift it all.
In every end, a start you send
To a thousand wishes, where one might end.
