dandelion, rooted yet free, teach me all your deepest sung secrets

blooms of woven twilight, sweet moonlight of the valley

rays outshining even the daintiest of daffodils

you must have thoughts, like me, but you let go

so easily; every little trouble drifting softly into the breeze

you are a weed, yet you are loved by the light

the west winds that welcome you with tender whispers

as you grace the earth with not an ounce of regret

you flourish, then you burst, a serenade of shooting stars

continuing the pattern-

eternal song