Oh my dear dandelion,
I have always admired you , be it your caucasian daughters your so smooth cotton hair or anything close ..you have been the most nurturing mother i have ever seen ,you are so strong to let them off so they could go and live in destinations more beautiful. When though letting them off is at the cost of your glamour being snatched away..when after they go away you become nothing but a stem with no beauty...you still send them with a great happy smile ..when you give them the courage to live on their own despite knowing that they are never going to come back to be thankful enough but you still let them be a part of you ..oh my dear dandelion when i look at you ,for a few moments i forget all my sorrows as though i found a far lost mate my heart was wandering for ..and then i see people blowing away your flowers just to for momentary fun and the empty you is thrown away..i pick you up and keep you in my old book with crushed papers with all your other dandelion friends..