In April, or May, that time of the year,
Everything grows, and grows, for beauty!.
Fools with their pretty yards using their gear,
Cutting dandelions, waiting to float free,
Waiting on the winds so they may go, and grow!.
Let them live fools, they will always appear
Like the south winds making all sway as it blows,
Coming to take the precious dandelion snow!.
Floating in the air, landing where they may
Wretched vanity fools, you are blind where the lay!.
You cannot stop winds and dandelion snow!.Www@QuestionHome@Com