Lights up the meads,
Swings on her slender foot,
Telleth her beads,
Lists to the robin's note
Poured from above;
Wise little Dandelion
Asks not for love.
Pale little Dandelion,
In her white shroud,
Heareth the angel-breeze
Call from the cloud;
Tiny plumes fluttering
Make no delay;
Little winged Dandelion
Soareth away.
-Helen Barron Bostwick
This blog post would be way cooler if I had wrote that poem myself but I didn't. I did, however, take these pictures myself.
There's a bumble bee on my left thumbnail! I learned it from this youtube tutorial!
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