DANDELIONS.
BUGS and flowers
In the showers,
And the butterfly with wings
Finds a shelter
From the weather
'Neath the blossom nature brings—
Happy nature, in the spring.
Raindrops lie on Dandelion,
Sinking in his heart of gold;
And he gladly
Weeps, not sadly,
While the wondrous cups unfold,—
Buds and blossoms all of gold.
M. A. S