I see dandelions
they're flying away
while whispering
"we're flying to the moon"
I close my eyes
and whisper too
"I wish I could"

I've been lost
on a strange road,
in a strange place
where I can see dandelions
fly beautifully

They may have no wings
like birds or angels.
They may not be
as beautiful as roses.
But I can't even
blink my eyes.
They're so white,
which means
they're ready to leave
and fly.

And then the wind blows
and they finally fly away.