The Beheading of Dandelions

They cut off our heads when we sprout in the spring,
Their lawnmowers, like weapons of destruction to us.

Undeterred, unconquered, we resurrect again and again,
And lift our yellow, flowery faces in worship of the sun.

Bob Boyd

Author: BobBoyd

79, cancer survivor, work out 3 times a week, ride exercise bike 60 minutes daily. Kundalini energy rising since age 27, began writing poetry October 2023. Pisces, which may be why I have fish for pets, read and listened to many NDEs, Shared Death Visions, and Death Bed Visions, see death as the awakening of a lifetime and the ultimate relocation.

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