MY FRIEND THE DANDELION SEED
By SB Veda
15th May, 2023
In a white dress, she is cotton on air
Carried hither and dither by winds unknown.
Thrusted above fields and roads,
Drifting to Earth as if she’d never flown.
Lifted out of the plane of her aspect
Dancing with thistle, what a wonder!
A harmony of instinct pervades,
And things be so much smaller down yonder.
In tightening curls, the wind starts to swirl,
squealing like a tuning violin.
A storm brews like steaming tea
Around she starts to spin.
Still, she smiles in that carefree way;
She knows it’s all a dream.
On a lily pad she lands that day
And floats away on a stream.
So, in bed when I lie all awake
At times with soured mind
Am comforted by her life I’ve seen,
As a dandelion so kind.