Dandelion
A poem of sun and star
Why do we cut the universe’s new growth?
The sunlight cut off like a weed
The beauty in the sun no longer able to explode
It takes nutrients from the earth in order to be the sun
Then as the sun decays its fiery color leaches to a white
The moon sparkles in the dewy mornings
The moon explodes in many directions and scatter across the heavens as stars
Their new homes foretold by the gods long before the bloom of this new universe
Those stars planted, waiting for their growth
Into a giver of life