Take shelter my dandelion, stand proud.
You’ll find no persecution here,
Many look down upon you,
They have not the eye for your splendour.

Unhalted by the world, you bloom.
Astounding fortitude; delicate grace
Your grandeur displayed.
A beauty misplaced,
In the concrete fortress.

A wild flower,
Life ushered by the blowing wind.  
Only tender hands can hold you,
Or off you go to bless another.

This stillness is not without turbulent whirls
all to mix up the blue
inaction does not mean patience
contemplative and painless
anxiety produces paralysis like a venom gland
biting into the self

So often misread and felt unseen
misunderstood, striving to explain
in a voice unheard over the room
ideally one understands the fear and risk
focuses through the adrenaline like a tunnel
threading many needles all at once

Genius is not such an abject view
stuck in the way of its own progress
while unhalted momentum slows down
and all brake to catch up
thus taking no action creates the disillusion
that steady, calm and observant makes a leader,
perhaps fit to follow the tail end

Envy of the ease
whose nerves do not manifest in ice clutches
that they dance before the eyes
step by step through life, always certain
even when befalling those missteps
like a maple tree leaf,
they merely pirouette and twirl away.