The dandelion begins its dance,
Every spring beautiful colors.
Ever changing costumes,
Green to yellow, yellow to white.
Beautiful admired costumes follow.
Dancing sideways with every gush of wind.
Progressively it changes,
White beautiful snowflake dancers.
Spinning in circles, teasing in the breeze.
Fluttering through the wind,
Dancing among all other flowers.
Spreading their beauty,
Seedlings flying, dancing in the air.
Grace and beauty weightless floating.
With one wish.
To plant their seeds,
Of beauty and grace.
To spread the desire,
The heavens are their stage,
Dancing throughout the endless skies.
It does not last forever,
But never completely.
The memory of it