Dandelion Seeds in the Breeze
I watch the wind.
But the wind is still,
No flowers dance in the breeze
Or bow to the air.
I watch the dandelions.
But the seeds stay planted,
They shake in my breath
And jump when I blow.
I watch the sun.
The slow lazy rays,
Washing the green grass
The dew from morning, gone.
I watch these days pass.
How seasons change,
Blur into one another
And how many years I have left.
written on the 4th December 2008... posted on www.protagonize.com on the 23rd April 2009
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"A poem about time and the fact that sooner or later, death comes to all of us."
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