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The Day of the Dandelion Clocks

 

one day, nature became Angry

the earth Cracked and Spewed out Larva

the seas Raged and Roared

the clouds Blew away

it was a time so Awful

that time itself Stopped….

 

wind-driven Dandelion seeds, white fluffy parachutes

carried through the air on a fresh fragrant Breeze

seed florets planted to become delicate dandelion Clocks

each one set into Fertile ground

each one Watered and Smiled upon

 

for every new Tomorrow

time will become New time

each day to be measured in a dandelion Breath

cloaked in Hope, cradled with Love

this will be a time to Dream

a time of new Beginnings

Listen now…. for the clocks are Ticking

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Stephen Gospage

Sat 27th Mar 2021 17:26

Wonderful!

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