Five dandelions bloomed in a terracotta ***, all sharing the same sun and water
Their roots were branched, and they danced, all together, like one

They swayed in unison with the wind and held to each other in rain
In winters they shivered, and sweated in summers, but stood together like one

But then came a fall when one of the dandelions, wilted away and died
They were broken, melancholy loomed, all remained but one.

They were never the same again, but time healed, and they revived
But there were no chortles, and no guffaws, just dull smiles…seldom

The smiles were transient too, and catastrophe struck yet again,
Another beautiful dandelion lost, oh what a fate destiny had spun

Three remained, but not for long, they all soon were plucked and pulled
Two went to woo a dame, while a glass vase homed the solitary one

The broken terracotta *** now bleeds, rotting away and forsaken
It’s nothing but clay and earth they said, it’s nothing without the dandelions