To my dandelion, Still vibrant with syntax,
I feel your spirit weep. a full moon in your prime.
Though a bitter weed to many, Roots leaving foot tracks,
my love is yours to reap. waning soul aligned.
Now rise through the cracks, When you're time runs out,
Young sun; Faith is blind. you'll know what it's about.
My advice? Relax, Making a wish into the gust,
just for this one time. your seeds will know who to trust.
The world has hated you, Bright stars on the wax,
but I created you. the oath which is signed,
Do what's right for me, keeps you facing the facts.
and grow old joyfully. Hold your heart as mine.