A thousand eyes peered from the hillsides, <br />nestled there amongst a great, green sea; <br />a sea of grass, but nonetheless a sea... <br />and the dandelions laughed at you and me. <br /> <br />The yellow flowers, danced in the summer breeze, <br />They looked out at heaven's bluish skies; <br />If one listened very closely, you could swear, <br />that you could hear their whispered sighs. <br /> <br />They're here one day and then next day, they're gone, <br />Like us, they come and go with changing seasons; <br />The fall and winter send them on their merry way, <br />and they, like us, may not know the questioned reasons. <br /> <br />We must enjoy them, while we have them with us, <br />Too soon, they're gone, and then one day, they die; <br />Like long lost realitives and friends, they drift away, <br />and in the green of distant fields their bodies lie. <br /> <br />Summers from now, they'll still be laughing, <br />As lovers, such as you and I, stroll casually by; <br />Summer goes so quickly and it's then it's over, <br />The seasons change as rapidly as you and I. <br /> <br />A thousand eyes, peered from the hillsides, <br />nestled there, amongst a great, green sea; <br />a sea of grass, but nonetheless a sea... <br />and the dandelions laughed at you and me.<br /><br />david lessard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-thousand-eyes-2/
