You must have thought how sad it was to become Dandelions.
Though people called them beautiful,
They were just part of the wild grass, hidden behind bushes.
Once they bloomed, they would be scattered, blown away by the wind.
They would be gone from the place where they grew, to somewhere new.
But my love, they weren’t get carried away just like that.
Instead, they flew.
I wish I was a Dandelion.