I picked a faded dandelion <br />And blew it in the air <br />It's tiny little parachutes <br />Went floating everywhere. They caught the wind <br />And danced awhile <br />Bending to and fro <br />In splendid ballerina style. Finally as the wind grew still <br />They floated back to earth <br />And bedded in the dark warm soil <br />To start their new rebirth. When next summer comes <br />And dandelions are everywhere <br />I'll pick another faded flower <br />And blow it in the air.<br /><br />Janet L. Niehaus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dandelion-3/
