remembering my mother today
It may be dark, and frigid outside but the flame in our hearts keep burning bright It can't be extinguished Rays of Light will shine through even the tiniest crevices of doubt Soothing us, comforting us In the coldest days and nights. Snow may have covered the land But there are seeds lying deep underground Waiting for spring to come.
Dandelions
photo credit: photo credit: https://www.pbs.org/wgbh/nova/article/dandelion-seed-flight/ When we walk, we see the weeds on the ground In the paved roads between cracks along country, urban and forrest trails After the frigid winter, the mark of spring begins The flowers and grass grow we see bright yellow weeds and brown seeds in white puff balls appear. When the the wind blows, We see that nature's wonder never cease.
