I have always loved seeing the springtime forsythias as I know spring has really arrived, but I had to write this poem after realizing I may not be the bright forsythia, but I can let my light shine much as the lowly dandelion blossom does.
I saw the yellow
of the forsythia
lighting up the green
of my lawn.
My eyes were drawn
suddenly to a little
dandelion blossom trying
desperately to compete
with the yellow splendor above.
Knowing it's really a
flower composed of many
flowers, I gave it
words of encouragement.
After all, it had
been strong enough to
draw my eyes away
from the golden
splendor above.
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