Flowers to pick

Lightly a blow Magically From the lips Of the dandelions Explode into the sky Like little children The love now I so Honestly hold Spreading of Seedling clock A little puff Softly A spoken whisper Lord For I'll always wish For love To find my heart So I'm not so blue As  the seeds Through the wind flow With feather like Parachutes Gently fall Gradually to the ground Magically Soon enough Blooming everywhere A field of pure Dandelions Golden natural color Praying for a miracle To happen This to Give me happiness So the Birds will sing A wish come true All the pretty Flowers to pick All over the world I give you This gift A Bouquet Dandelion flowers Magically That I've Plucked from The ground