Brilliant freckles on the lawn;
glowing yellow, bright and fun.
Children love to pick and hold
common weeds that are so bold!
Soon the brilliance has been snuffed;
brightest colour now white fluff.
As the breezes flick and play,
little seeds just float away.
Cycles fill my world with zest.
Colours fade but seeds then sprout.
As I shift and dance in flight,
hope dreams big in fresh delight.
Author – Bill Tidsbury