Yellow, blue and orange accompany our feet
But then,
In mid sight a spec of white...
I rush over to pick its stem,
Running free with my mom by my side
I pick the wish weed with pride.
"Look at my flower mom, what is its name?'
"It is a wish weed, so it seems;
A wish weed you blow to grant your dreams."
Got ready to blow,
so I could watch the wish seeds flow.
Ever so lightly the air passed my lips,
as my breath sent my wish drifting
along grass blade tips.
I quietly gazed at my wish carried in the breeze,
knowing that someday God will reveal His plan for me.
Written By: Alex and Chandra Brown
Inspired by the Brown family adventures in nature.
A true story.
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