Dear Dandelion
A wish
I blow
And the dandelion seeds flow
They dance on the wind
Laughing and free
They are my hope
The hope of the little person I keep hidden inside
They twirl and whirl
Round and round
Then the storm comes and they all crash
Down, Down, Down
But hope never ends
The seeds are again down below
Where they will
Grow, Grow, Grow
Into yellow sunshine
Then a wispy white
And they will always
Hope, Hope, Hope
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