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
LIVING THE DREAM 