Lonely Dandelion …
The lonely dandelion grew not far
From the majestic and ancient oak tree,
Dandelion gazed at night on a star,
So many stars Dandelion did see,
And wept, for not one friend had he.
Then he did hear a kind voice from afar,
He thought it might be the great mighty oak,
And he listened so closley as it spoke.
Oak Tree lovingly asked Dandelion,
Why are you so sad dear, I am your friend,
Soon you will have no need for such crying,
And you will not be lonely any more.
For within your spirit there is lying
So many seeds to create without end
All the friends you so long for and do need,
So be patient, be at peace, do take heed,
To the goodness and your purpose in life,
With love, kindness and giving, friends will come,
To share your life with joy, and never strife,
You will gather many friends, and then some,
Just reach out, open your heart, share your life,
Your kind will grow near, will be very fun,
When a breeze comes to gently blow your seeds
Where they will drift and grow for all your needs.
One day soon I will look down at you, smile,
To see you have many friends, life of joy,
And watch as you so playfully bequile
All who see the bright yellow and so coy
You all will be with your unique style,
And give a bright spot for all to enjoy,
All because you opened your heart and found
Life is full and loving with friends around.
© 2017 Phyllis Doyle Burns