The Dandelions’ Glee
Feature Poem submitted by Moorchana Saikia
Here comes springtime, the dandelions bloom,
I watch o’er the yellow weeds from my room.
The little flowers dance randomly in the gentle wind
The little children watch over them in great keen.
Next morning, you are white fluffy balls,
Here comes the gentle wind and calls.
Oh! Here the wild flowers refuse to go!
The little children come again
Holds the flowers and set their wishes,
And blows them away.
