Dandelion

Scattered all about the ground, yellow-buttery , profound. When her day is finally gone, dandelion lingers on and makes her way back home again. Little parachutes go out and fly on wings of windy air. Landing on the mountain tops, found one on the front-porch stair. Little vagabond gets round as she flutters to the ground to put her little feet back down again on some remote terrain. Buttercup of nature simply graces country road and sits beside the garden path to make some color, create a splash. If ever there be a hunger here, little flower of the air will fill our portion to the top with leafy greens we need so much. Should I return to earth again, I wish to be a dandelion, for she is true in form and substance, and she will never fail for God has made her perfect.