Sitting right next to its mother

The little white eager flower

Is ready to fly away

With seeds to be dispersed

She quietly whispers into her

“I don’t wanna leave” to her mamma’s ear

But the wise old pale white flower

says nothing at all, but just shrugs her shoulder

She takes off to the world

Along with some friends who take off as well

As the little one is left all alone

But not for long as the wind huffs

The little flower was just new and scared by the little puff

But as she continues to fly, so high

She remembers why it is good to leave her stem

She drops her seeds down below and sets off

A journey that one can never decipher,

The journey of a dandelion.