Tuesday, May 7, 2019

Dandelion

This One i can not write or even speak aloud
This One comes to light concealed within a cloud
This One knows its host and humbles the most proud
This One keeps its ghost in evidence under shroud
This One doesn't boast adversely to the crowd
This One's unrehearsed like wild meadows are unplowed
This One's ever expanding, it's end is never vowed
This One's beyond grammar and can not be corralled
This One has the Lord My Eye And I so wowed