Sitting right next to its mother
The little white eager flower
Is ready to fly away
With seeds to be dispersed
She quietly whispers into her
"I don't wanna leave" to her mamma's ear
But the wise old pale white flower
says nothing at all, but just shrugs her shoulder
She takes off to the world
Along with some friends who take off as well
As the little one is left all alone
But not for long as the wind huffs
The little flower was just new and scared by the little puff
But as she continues to fly, so high
She remembers why it is good to leave her stem
She drops her seeds down below and sets off
A journey that one can never decipher,
The journey of a dandelion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good poem: -) : -D! Nature my favourite place