Sitting On the hill of dandelions
Waiting for the elk to clear your view
Not your view of the mountains
But the view of the Sun rise
Within The Skies of wonders
You look under the sunrise
And see your children picking dandelions
For you to cherish
Then you see your wife
The love of your life
Walking towards you
But then your wife frowns
Not because of the thunder clouds
But because a war plane interrupts
Above them it glides
Without a care in the world
As if there wasn’t a war
In this Big, Blue world.
