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!