"Dandelion"

It's a Monday, and I've got a case of it. I'm reinventing my way of thought, from the inside out. One thing I never had is patience. This is something I'm truly working on achieving. Doing small gestures every day help me. While walking to the library, I felt good about myself. Getting out of a house full of 20 females is a stress relief itself. The photo above is a view I snapped on my way to the library. I hate reading, but that's exactly what one does to change; do something we dislike. While studying my photo of tangled vines, I wrote the following poem, sitting in peace:

"Dandelion"

I will never see the dandelion grow,

How it twists when it starts to show;

When it turns, I'll never know.

Water, plunge with no concern

In a short time, a seed will turn

Yet I let the dead root burn.