A Seed a Weed a Dandelion
I’m blowing on you, pretty dandelion
Making a wish with every breathe
Pity your life is really short, then death.
I Blow on you again soft dandelion
As I watch a breath taking sunset,
The sun slipping quickly away, unreal,
The golden atmosphere surrounding us
Looks like a fairy tale, magical, surreal
Blowing again, but fear your end
As your sensuous feathery fluff
Will soon disperse,
Your beauty of downy tufts
Lasts for but a while,
And then becomes obverse.
Mesmerized I blow once more,
You float away, could you be shy,
Or maybe sad, for soon you’ll die
I blow, your soft fluff, it floats up high
Such a shame you’ll, be no more,
For your seeds and tufts are nearly gone
To your bare and centre core.
Although known as a mere weed,
Your heritage is the daisy flower
Your destiny, to spread your seed.
Far and wide you will travel dear friend,
The joy you’ll give is huge,
Although Henry, our Great Dane
Our almost human pooch,
Followed you far too close
And got your seedy fluff inside his nose,
He sniffs and incessantly wheezes
Have to take him to the vet,
As he can’t control, his sneezes!
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