I've come from Jennbury
Where daisies grow,
Planted by people who didn't know me,
And dandelions sprout
From children wishing
Their little hearts out
And blowing the seeds
Of their dreams in the air.
Mystically, dreams and seedlings
Grow there, where other things have died.
New things arise,
And quietly say
All the things words failed to describe
And express.

-jenn