The spider thought he'd caught
the dandelion seed
and prevented all her cheery
offspring
so oft maligned as weeds.
But she was by the wind
liberated
She was by the rain freed.
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I invite you to read my poem Daffodil Dancer Dandelion Dreams....I love the dandelion seeds blowing in the breeze...it take me back to the wishes I made as a child.....still wishing on dandelions.....A lovely poem. PEACE