Journey of a Dandelion

On a silent and mellow snowy evening, When stillness embraced the world, The sky appeared ethereal and endearing, When Winter’s last flakes of snow swirled. The last piece of ember remained red, Yet warm and cozy around the hearth, Reminding me of the spring days ahead, That brings fragrance and color to the earth. Looking outside the fancy window-pane, Where the ground faded under a snowy quilt, There stood a fluffy single achene, Surviving the Winter’s last snow without any wilt. Swaying with the breeze and dancing a little, The achene still held tight to the puff, Singing a melody while unveiling its giggle, Narrating its journey amidst the tough. Waiting for frosty winter to fade away soon, It longed for a warm and bright spring day, With renewed enthusiasm coming in tune, Hoping for a new journey of life on its way. When the achene, blown by the breeze, Envisions seeing the hills and greens, Amidst the bright flowers and trees, Etching an elegant image in its life’s dreams. Yearning to be nestled in a lively milieu, After its tenacious and delightful flight, It dreams to bloom into a rosette anew, Enriched by the soft and radiant light. The rosette of leaves would spring up a bud, That hides luminous yellow petals inside, When the sun shines brighter upon the mud, The blossom unfurls its petals with pride. The vibrant yellow blossom sparking some delight, Swinging along with the movement of the sun, More cheerful and lively moments in the light, Opening and closing, while enjoying the fun. On a pleasant and sunny spring morning, The blossom yearns to open again, This time with a soft hairy bunch dawning, Reborn as a fully fresh cluster of achene. The new white dandelion ready to be blown, Desires to find a new place once more, For all the might and strength, it has shown, To continue its journey to another shore. Now the sky, more blue and clear, Marking the end of frosty winter, The achene cherishes its dreams all dear, Waiting to be blown for a new adventure.