Alone dandelion standing tall
Fuzzy future, still a ball.
A child's intuition, not faded yet.
Still, the gusting wind blows--
A constant threat
This being the final chance
For thoughts of little minds to dance.
Double digits, a shooting star
Oh, how I wonder what you are?
Lashes slipping past a finger
Never let that one linger.
Too long one without reply
Waiting, watching years go by--a quiet
A spore of life descends away.
A last request to fly astray.
Find it best to not lose time
For in wind, that misplaced is only prime
As glints of reality flee the mind;
Living gullible eyes blind
Of a life significant at this instance--only a wink!
Let not one dust of dandelion be hindrance
In this life--lets it be each moment cherished.
Poem by Katie Juliane
This year is special, is no doubt will be the season we can not forget, the time full of concerns, uncertainty, and anxieties. Our safety, the possibility of our future, and fear of financial stability are becoming worrisome. This Coronavirus changes our perspective in life and our way of survival; nonetheless, this is a beautiful season, a season that brings hope, new perception, and unique experience to live our life to the fullest. And I hope and pray this pandemic will bring us closer to each other, not in physical but in thoughts, spirit, understanding, and hope for a better future.
Please stay safe, and I hope you have a great week ahead of you!
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