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by StandStill Jun 2, 2008 category : Nature, environment / nature
Dandilion, waving in the wind, growing tall amongst the green green grass. Hold up your lovely feathered head, and wait for the winds to pass. Lovely little Dandilion, I know they call you a weed. But little Dandilion, they don't understand, your magic wishes are what they need. Little children blow your puffs, wishing for small favors from you. And little Dandilion, don't you forget, you're the reason wishes come true. So little Dandilion, try to stand so tall while the wind blows you hard. To others you're larger than life- granting wishes big and small.
by she
What if the wind is too strong and the dandilion is pulled from its roots- just a thought, sorry its not optimistic very very nice poem optimistic and pretty, good work gabby