Inspired by time lapse video of dandelion life cycle.
How amazing it is that the yellow petals close up unspoilt after blossom.
Ever captivating are rose buds releasing fervent aroma
by a sash window;
Ever sublime are lotus flowers arising in self-appreciation
above water mirror;
Ever insignificant are dandelions blossoming in yellow petals
among the grass;
Those yellow petals are not to wither like any other flower,
But to bow out at its blossom unspoilt.
The beauty withdraws to blossom twice;
Magic bonnet, lifted by a blow,
Out popping a silver globe of countless parachutes.
Pulling, protruding and pushing, it’s a radiant bloom,
Every parachute carries an achene,
Every achene carries a seed,
Every seed carries a dream.
The second blossom is explosion of dream;
Pluck, pluck, pluck,
Soaring to the sky,
Gliding in the air,
Dancing with the wind,
Land it, sprout it, multiply its number,
Dandelion has a dream to step around the globe.
Blow it, the toddler is told,
and chubby hands waving and clapping at dandelion flight.
Common as English daisy,
Indestructible as pasture grass,
But with a tiny fluffy head, the beauty withdraws at its blossom.
Dandelion lives for a dream.