Pretty Weeds

Have you ever stopped to notice,

a dandelion in the breeze?

Have you ever stopped to watch

the fair little flower swaying

gently in a peaceful dance,

set to a song sung

by the whispering wind?

Have you seen the way the sun

shines down upon its petals,

so that you notice how its yellow

is not really yellow,

but a curious, curious mixture

of red, and green, and blue?

Have you ever waved to critters

that hide among the pollen

as they build themselves little,

trembling mansions

in a little, quivering field?

Have you ever seen, instead

of a bothersome weed,

a tiny, golden treasure nestled

in soft, emerald grass,

a warm smile etched in earth

on a quiet, summer day?

Reviews

[. serah .]

-- ah... i don't have words to express how beautiful this poem is... that final image is especially ravishing... -- it's nice to come across poets who draw attention to the beauty of things one would normally miss... ~~ excellent work... very inspiring and generous...

[T.Y.N.P.]

Thank you very much!

[. serah .]

-- you're welcome...

[Renée]

Oh My... Your piece soothes the mind, and entices the reader to listen, and dream with you.. Just a delight to read...did I hear a who? (( : Thank you for this lazy, sunny moment !