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On one bright and sunny day, I passed a field of dandelions on my way. Nodding their golden heads at me, They suckled a hungry honeybee. And reflected the light of the heavens.
A short time passed, then came a day, When in walking along that very same way, I saw petals no longer perky and golden, Stems becoming limp and old, and It seemed their lives were at an end.
Their golden heads were cottony white.
It appeared to be a saddening sight. *
Until I stood and thought some more, | Understanding what I had not before; Even in nature, God has a plan.
Those fragile seedlings floating from
withered old stems Would again transform into golden gems ’ In another piace, in another spring; i * And as God’s children we shall, too, take
wing To that golden field where death shall be
no more.
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