Dandelions... Soft as baby's breath;
Stay young and true underneath.
Dandelions... Let go, let go;
Let the wind carry you so.
The tame grow roots and stay;
The wild grow wings and stray.
Dandelions... Hard as pesky grass;
Can live in highlands or morass.
Dandelions... refrain, refrain;
Let the wind drop and wane.
The wild stay wild and free;
The tame stay stuck with the debris.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem