A small yellow puff sits silently
In a never ending landscape of dandelions
Silence can speak wonders
But only to the ones who want to listen
As the dirt shifts beneath our bare feet
We step through the part of untrimmed lawn
Each step we take makes an imprint on the world
The grass flattened beneath us
In this open field of possibilities
I can only keep my eyes on this single yellow puff
At night it closes its eyes to the world
At dawn it opens to the rays of the sun
Brilliant, yellow, vibrant
Yet only a simple ****
Nov 12, 2010
Nov 12, 2010 at 9:08 AM UTC
A small yellow puff sits silently
In a never ending landscape of dandelions
Silence can speak wonders
But only to the ones who want to listen
As the dirt shifts beneath our bare feet
We step through the part of untrimmed lawn
Each step we take makes an imprint on the world
The grass flattened beneath us
In this open field of possibilities
I can only keep my eyes on this single yellow puff
At night it closes its eyes to the world
At dawn it opens to the rays of the sun
Brilliant, yellow, vibrant
Yet only a simple ****
By: Kara MacLean