Dandelions
We stand tall in straight rows
Strict and regimented
Military minded
We keep watch at our posts
Yellow-headed and proud
We defend our kingdom
Of green grass and meadow
Beneath the changing sky
We change with the seasons
Winter forces us to
Look to another front
Survival is foremost
We are prepared for death
And make way for a new
Season of readiness
A changing of the guard
Is all death means to us
Sentinels of the spring
Always here whichever
Direction the wind blows.
January 10, 2000