THISTLE DOWN UPON THE WIND.

              Thistle

 Down Upon The Wind.

               By Dawn M D. 2005.

I fluttered like thistle down upon, the wind,

I floated there drifting along,

Lonely as a cloud,

That moves on high o'er hills and dales,

Meadows and streams,

And there it was...

A ploughed field beckoning me...

Come on down, come on down,

Slow down wind, slow down,

A host for my seed is awaiting me,

Beside a creek, beneath a tree in a field so fine,

Fluttering and bobbing on the breeze,

I release my seed,

They´re to grow in a field so fine.

23:00 - Sunday, October 23, 2005 - post comment