The dandelions float around
In the summer breeze
Their tentacles of white tremble
They dance here with ease
On every morning in the dew
The dandelion sees
The sun come up from over hill
And over giant trees
Then opens wide its yellow fronds
To attract friendly bees
And sit in sun and warmth today
Oh, what lives are these!
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