She ran with the wind
Her smile facing the sky
The sun shone its' glory upon her face
Branches of trees reached out as she passed by
Her little heart pounded as she fell towards grass
In lost thought, her eyes followed a motion
Her young eyes spied a lady bug munching
The child's spirit was a spell-bound potion
Captured by her innosence
I watched her as she explored
Romping around; hands and knees stained with grass
And soon she found a flower, it was clear she adored
Time passed
The sun-colored flower aged
Soft as snow, and delicate as her
The same wind that once pushed her to the flower's existence
now took the flower from her...
She shed a tear as each petal flew away-
Standing up, she brushed off her knees
Went running past the branches reaching out
Against the wind that guided her there
Her smile had not fallen; the dandylion would be back without a doubt.
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