Dandelion Dreams

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If I were a dandelion seed

And could float upon the winds

Where would the breezes take me?

What wonders would I see?

If I were a dandelion seed

Clinging to the fur of a four-legged being,

Would I feel secure as I were carried forth?

Or awash in fear and dread?

If I were a dandelion seed

And could plant myself wherever

In smallest depths of earth’s rich soil

In familiar or strange terrain

I wonder what I’d choose

If I were a dandelion seed

Of little weight or matter

I’d let the breeze carry me

And worry not and no decision make

For mother nature created me

And I’d trust in her embrace