the day opens and it seems to let many dandelions loose in my yard, they scurry along, charging in all directions, their brightness brings a handful of memories back as i reflect back on some youthful summers.  

Synchronize your tiny minds, so you'll catch what I sayspread some crumbs on your path, so you won't lose your waysunset sinks beneath the hill, the end of another daythe time has come for sleep again, i turn my...