Dandelion

In my garden there was a dandelion I plucked it from where it did grow Like a child I was amazed by its mystery So then upon it, I gently did blow, I made a wish as I did when I was young As the seedlings had taken to the air The thought brought me back when I was a youth And for a moment once again, I was there, Hundreds of her seeds then hit the breeze As they floated and began their wandering It was an odyssey that was created by myself But where would they go, I started pondering, Some took to the breeze to continue their trek And some floated slowing to the ground While some went sailing out of my sight That moment for me was quite profound, In my garden all my dandelions are now gone Their seedlings have been taken up in the wind Each one I released with a wish and a breath Freedom and a new awakening to all I did send, The seedlings soon will find themselves a new home Upon a yard they will land and will lie still Now what once was mystery and an odyssey to me Will now become a reality, as a yellow daffodil. Randy L. McClave