Dandelion

A light breeze floats through the air

with flowers dancing side to side.

Leaves floating around

everything being so carefree and gleeful.

One lonesome dandelion sitting all alone

watches its friends slowly drift away.

"Oh, when will it be my turn,

to fly away like them?"

But just right then, as the dandelion cried,

a big gust of wind turned everything awry.

Bit by bit each petal wilted away,

breezing through the air with a newfound character.

The final part of the heart of the dandelion breaks,

floating through the air like a bird at its highest.

But then being guided to a lake of water,

it falls to its doom, at age 22.