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, stone & strain
You embody 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 seas.
Dear dandelion, wild & bright
You share the art of quiet might.
To root, to rise, to drift, to be
Unbound, unseen, 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, for hearts to mend.
