one dandelion in the sun
ghost white shell turned to red as the
fire god sets
tomorrow the wind will blow the seeds away
so one dandelion becomes many.
But until then that barren stem shall stand until it
eventually withers and is over taken by the surroundings
its grace lost amongst the blue-grass
never to see its offspring, and stand in a field
turned yellow not by the sun
but the vigor of youthfulness.
One dandelion in the sun
Not knowing what tomorrow brings,
But enthralled to see the setting sun.