Animosity cannot grow here
among the shaded groves
and dandelions roaring yellow faith.
Let sunlight burst from fertile earth
between the broken vines;
animosity cannot grow here
when twilight comes and blossoms close
from bright heads to brimming hearts
and dandelions roaring yellow faith.
Children mourn the passing scene
of selfless beauty and of love –
animosity cannot grow here;
their gentle hearts echo the light
from a thousand little suns:
dandelions roaring yellow faith.
In old age, when the world has worn away
the sight of simple gifts,
animosity cannot grow where
dandelions roar their yellow faith.

(first published at Songs of Eretz



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