My Dandelion

My Dandelion © By Artemis Quill 3/9/2025 “No problems, overwhelmed with blessings” A tiny seed, a feathered crown, Upon the breeze, it floats down. It lands upon the fertile ground, Where life and nourishment abound. A fragile root begins to grow, Down into earth, where secrets flow. It gathers strength, it starts to show, A verdant rosette, green aglow. The jagged leaves, a toothed embrace, Reach out to sun with eager grace. They drink the light, they fill the space, A vibrant emerald in this place. The days grow long, the sun shines bright, The dandelion, a welcome sight. It gathers strength with all its might, Preparing for a golden light. A stalk ascends, so tall and straight, A verdant tower, strong as fate. It holds a promise, it won't abate, A golden blossom, soon to wait. The bud unfurls, a golden gleam, A radiant sun, a vibrant dream. A crown of petals, it would seem, A floral jewel, a sunlit stream. The bees arrive, a buzzing sound, They gather nectar all around. They spread the pollen, earthward bound, New life to sow, on fertile ground. The golden head begins to fade, Its vibrant hue begins to braid. A silver sheen, a gentle shade, A transformation subtly made. The petals fall, a gentle rain, A silent whisper, soft refrain. The golden sun becomes a plain, A ghostly sphere, it will remain. A fragile globe, a wishless form, Awaiting breath of wind or storm. To carry seeds, and keep them warm, And spread new life, in any form. The wind arrives, a gentle sigh, It lifts the seeds towards the sky. A feathered dance, they float and fly, On airy currents, light and high. They scatter far, they drift and roam, To find new homes, no longer lone. To plant their roots, and start to foam, A new beginning, overcome. And so the cycle starts anew, From golden bloom to silver hue. A testament to life so true, The dandelion, through and through.