On cloudy, cold mornings,

As I hurriedly rush to work,

I am greeted by dollops of sunlight.

By golden-yellow dandelions,

sprightly on their gangly stalks,

dotting the dusty sidewalk.

Swaying as traffic rushes by,

whispering their happy song

to anyone with willing ears.

My footsteps slow, I bend

to breathe in my share of gold;

partake in their happy refrain.

As I move on, they join me:

one solitary dandelion at a time.

And together, they brighten my day.