Caught up in breeze, dandelions begin a journey in summer.
Freshly found wings, first took them high into the sky.
Together they flew above the bushes, and high grass.
Looking for a suitable land away from home.
Some, ended up on trees, some on leaves.
Some landed on water and drowned indeed.
Some never took off, couldn't break away from pods.
Dried up by the sun, some never got succeed.
Yet there were some, hugged the soil at the end.
Just enough water, enough sunlight they needed.
On roots they stood up, stemmed high above the ground.
To rise up and against the other weed.
They cherished the success and, over the perished, they didn't weep.
Story:
Summer dandelions the poem was inspired when the dandelions were seen floating adrift in the air blown away from their pods by the winds as observed from a park bench. It reminded of all the people I have met in school. We all were blown away from our summer breeze like dandelions. Separated, from each other, Isolated by the forces of nature we all took a journey of our own. How many of us made it till the end to become "successful"? This is a tribute to all who fell, onto the unfertile soil. And it's all part of the nature.
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