The Traveling Dandelion

Sitting alone in a paddock

With nothing else around

Sits one singular dandelion

Stuck in the ground

Roaring and howling, one mighty gust

Rips the little dandelion up with a thrust

Tumbling and turning gushing back and forth

The dandelion has taken its course

Traveling places far and wide

To places where I was filled with fright

With screams so loud I imagine their faces must be white

The violent wind kept pushing me by

All of a sudden the sky turned bright

The wind suddenly turned so light

I was no longer filled with my fright

Birds are singing chirp chirp chirp

While the children are giggling playing in the dirt

As I wished that I could stay forever

I float to the ground as light as a feather