Dandelion seeds floating stately
Below their snowy white parachutes
Clinging mightily to the gentle breeze
Escaping to an unknown future
With no regret or recollection of the past
Born of common place and time
Identical looks, growth and size
Pulled out from their mother’s bed
Separated in time and space
Held aloft, serenely moving on
Leaving the sphere of birth far behind
Surrendering their survival to
Nature’s whims and fancy
Trusting to find that perfect place
To land and put down roots