A tale of a lion

A dandy lion cub strolled
‘Cross a field of blooming blossoms
The lion cub’s thoughts mulled
Over matters of sheer perplexing profoundness
A dandelion bathed in the midday rays
Taking nothing but sundown as surely for granted
As the dandy lion cub crossed
The dandelion’s dial path
It fell for it mesmerized bewitched enchanted
Oh such swaying grace and grandness
What stemwise bulbous beauty
Spherical transparency
Fragile solidity
Such wondrous orbital dignity

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