Dandelion Snow

Its petals fall a yellow bright

A naked stem is left by night

But in the morn’ a newfound sight

Of precious seeds ready for flight

 

The buds of birth, beginning life

Are topped with parachutes of white

A sphere of cloud, an orb of light

A wisp of wind, ascent ignites

 

One by one, gaining height

They fill the sky, they have no fright

One by one, they fall in spite

Of dancing gusts of windy rite

 

They glide and land, soft and quiet

The fertile ground full of delight

In eager hopes that they just might

Give birth to life and make things right

 

Weeks pass and, although very slight

Small stems emerge, strong, upright

A pretty song they then recite

Of breath and soul to reunite

 

More weeks pass, buds bloom despite

The harsh sun and breeze alike

A little girl, naïve, polite

Spots it, picks it, holds it tight

 

 

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