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.