DANDELIONS.


 


BUGS and flowers


In the showers,


And the butterfly with wings


Finds a shelter


From the weather


'Neath the blossom nature brings—


Happy nature, in the spring.


Raindrops lie on Dandelion,


Sinking in his heart of gold;


And he gladly


Weeps, not sadly,


While the wondrous cups unfold,—


Buds and blossoms all of gold.





M. A. S