Blossoms of Hope

Stretching far as eye can see,
A field of flowers dances in the breeze.
O’er emerald grass, a yellow sea
Of blossoms waves with glee.

They are a truly lovely sight,
A field of joy, a sea of delight.
Shining so golden and so bright,
They rival the Sun in glorious light.

Blooming golden every spring,
They truly are a beauteous thing.
A cheerful yellow, with hope they ring;
They make us yearn to dance and sing.

In their presence, no one’s cryin’,
But they seek to crush this golden Zion,
Hope to slay these cheerful diamonds;
Such the lowly dandelion.