Dandelion Girl

There she sits with golden hair

Picking flowers with tender care

She will sit for hours on end

Tying crowns from fragile stems

Yellow blooms in dawning light

Just beginning, soft and bright

Holding tight to sunlit days

Until her hair begins to grey

Now she holds them tight in hand

Snow white flowers around her stand

Hands as frail as wilting stems

And silver hair in autumn wind

Her eyes will close and she will pray

Then send the seeds to float away