The Dandelion Seeds
Ready to fly, to be carried away by the wind
The white fireworks of seeds
Selflessly sway to the dance of the divine
Happy to be there, happy to be here
To allow wind to softly blow a touch
They know not their destination or survival
There’s no sorrow or joy of parting
The dandelion seeds revel being carried away like brides
Gracious in their moment of reckoning
Bold and immortal
Hour 17
That is well put. Exactly a dandelion, no picture necessary. Just the words…totally paints it!
Many thanks