Like a flower dancing
By the side of the wind
Like a tree growing thin
I had nothing to believe in
Cause now the wind blows through me
On the side of the road
Like a freight train
Howling in the belly of my soul

…

The mountains stare at the face of the sun
The sky smiles down on everyone
We all wonder what we could’ve done
We end up passing one by one

One By One by Robert Francis

to some the sight of a dandelion
means there is work to be done
a lawn to mow, weeds to pull

but to me
i see a poor misunderstood flower
who has never truly fit in

no hidden agenda
except to be bright and vibrant
inviting us to tumble in the grass
and laugh with the sun

the remnants of winter speak our message of love

{photo friday :: brown}

Who will tell whether one happy moment of love or the joy of breathing or walking on a bright morning and smelling the fresh air, is not worth all the suffering and effort which life implies.Erich Fromm