Ring Your Bells, then You Rest, and May we be Merry Met

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Cherub-cheeked with puffy roundness, your sunny countenance smiles upon me,

Oh Dandelion, bringer of yellow brightness; hundreds of tiny suns in my yard.

Your gladness blesses me as you open every day and you say,

“Hi and well-met fellow Earth Traveller.”

And as you retreat into your slumber every night, folding in on yourself,

you remind me the necessity of balance:  

“Meet the day with joy, 

but forget not to respect yourself with quietude when it is time to rest and renew,

so that you can begin again tomorrow,” you say, Oh Dandelions.

“Perhaps you have forgotten the sacred cycles. 

Let me be your guide in Nature and remind you.”

And then, out of the corners of the yard, I hear the raucous voices of the Bluebells,

“And what may we teach you?!  

Gather!  Gather!  Ring your bells and make your voice heard!  

Tremble not, but pulse with vibrancy and life, 

Push through the soil and show the way!  

Life is glorious, show this in every step you march.  

The morning dew drops may look like tears, 

but when the suns hits them, they are but rainbows, 

delightful reminders of our unity and beauty.  

Ring your bells and make your voices heard!”

“And then show your joy, then rest again,” said the Dandelions

“And then ring your bells, push through, make rainbows, and ring your bells!” said the Bluebells

Call and response across the yard, my little teachers,

showing me The Way.

“Look to us,” they say, “We will not fail you.”

And then they lifted themselves from their earthly station and held each other’s leaves and danced across my yard, showing me what joy looks like when we dare break away and uplift each other.

Not tears, but potential rainbows