Best viewed large to see the clocks on the right hand side.
I had a go at this at the weekend in one of my other albums.
I decided to post this in colour after much deliberation, because it shows the dandelion clocks better.
With each springs white top.
Shaken off by hands unseen.
Wanders by each lofty lonely face.
Places it is wind it needs to show.
I float across each leaf, it's breath.
Beside still waters shy and still.
Willows branch they hang in grace.
With a gentle sigh they hold out light,
and lay me gently down to grow.