Dandelion
by Susan Painter

I walk in fields of meadow grass
and smell the flowers bloom
I look about in wonderment
in awe, at all the room
The flowers bloom here, daintily
their fragrance, ever sweet
I walk among the dandelion
like gold beneath my feet
I hold this little flower, weed
the color warms my heart
I feel the strength this flower holds
and watch the petals part
I hold another dandelion
This one, a ball of white
with a gentle puff of breath
I send the seeds in flight
They drift along,
soft parachutes
They dance beneath the sun
then settle down beneath the grass
a new life just begun.