morgan e. dandelion

[dandelion]

morgan e.

we ran around the old wise fir tree the light thin clouds watched over us but then i found something a small grey dandelion alone standing above the grass i pick it, breaking it off from its roots a sudden breeze sweeps small seeds from the flower that dance in the air like ballerinas the seeds float slowly down, spinning and swirling gently landing onto the earth where they will become like the one that they fell from i couldn’t help but smile