“Dandelions”


“Dandelions”

Little seeds holding on,

to a stem we call life.

Releasing

when their ready

by a little gust of wind,

floating in the breeze,

waiting ’til the time is right,

to gently land down.

Dancing softly into life,

they search for a place to plant,

taking root

they grow strong,

producing seedlings of their own.

Little seeds holding on,

the cycle starts again.

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