Cheryle Boyle, Author, Atlanta, GA, creates serenity in "Sounds of the Dandelion"

Sounds of the Dandelion

by Cheryle Boyle

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