What do you do all day?
I wait and wait in the tall green grass,
Till the children come to play.
Dandelion yellow as gold,
What do you do all night?
I wait and I wait in the tall green grass,
Till my hair grows long a and white.
What do you do when your hair grows white
And the children come to play?
They take me up in their dimpled hand
And blow my hair away.
~from Wynstones Press, Summer