The yard was filled with lions
That’s what she was told
Proudly reaching for the sky, and
She loved their petals of gold
One blue sky morning mellow
She was not prepared for the sight
Her beautiful lions of yellow
Were soft, fluffy and white
Gentle wind in the trees
Told her what to do
She had to set her lions free
On their fluffy heads, she blew
Stems were all they left behind
But in her heart she knew
More lions she would one day find
Under a morning sky, blue
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Annette Rochelle Aben 