Covered bridges dangling to my right
Boring and uptight. Blades of grass flowing in the wind
What kind of message do they send?
Dandelions upon the meadow they lay, gently bending as they sway
Repeating hill by hill all along the way
The sun does not peek, so the birds sing ever so high
Raindrops soon begin to fall softly from the sky
Teardrops lay upon the ground, quiet as the dandelions make no sound