Dandelion

On the Summer morning breeze

Flutters a lonely dandelion seed

Fluttering higher than the trees

Fluttering high, seeking a need



Floating for miles on the Summer sky

Travelling a gentle wind that does blow

Waiting to find a field where to land by

Where the seed shall take root, and grow



Coming down now to start a life again

In time dandelion will start to grow

A field of dandelion will be seen again

They will be there until the wind will blow



And once more, the cycle will begin to restart

And a million dandelion seeds will then fly

Quickly into the wind they will all dart

Flying up high, waiting to find a field to lie

 

copyright Chris Smith 2008