Dandelions seeds
float with the breeze
travel to far off adventures
to grounds where they fall

Only to be treated
as unwelcome pest
where other flowers
are allowed
to bloom
and grow tall

Yellow pedals
only desire to stare
at the sky

As they're plucked
out of the ground
where
they reside

Some will say that
they're just a ****
but there's beauty
and grace
in drifting seeds