The Dandelion Seed Poem by Angela Wybrow

A gust of wind dislodges it from its bed;
It travels upwards and drifts far overhead.

It climbs on higher and then higher still;
It seems to possess its own free will.

It travels far across the hills and dales,
The fields and forests, the towns and vales.

Over lakes and rivers, it gently does pass –
Lightly reflected in their liquid glass.

Dancing daintily, it catches the eye
Of folk outside, as it tumbles on by.

A kitten spies it and playfully gives chase;
It paints a smile on a young child’s face.

Air currents clash, sending it into a roll;
It ducks and dives, and spins out of control.

Looking like a creature from beneath the sea,
It blows through the air, so wild and so free.

It tumbles onwards across silken sands,
But it is not here that it decides to land.

As it flies on, it keeps watch down below
For the perfect place to be able to grow.

Looking for a place which it can call home,
Across the miles, it purposefully roams.

It finds a place – a place which suits,
And it floats on down to lay its roots.

Its long journey over, it comes to a rest
Upon the spot which it thinks is best.

Once its roots are anchoring it down,
It will become a king with a golden crown.