The Dandelion
i feel like a dandelion.
but not the pretty yellow version.
i feel like when the dandelion starts to turn gray,
when the seeds start to blow off.
it sacrifices itself to keep giving.
it lets these seeds blow away,
so that they can spread and grow,
it gives everything it has to help what’s around it.
the dandelion begins to dwindle away,
it watches these parts of itself blow off into the distance.
but it doesn’t feel sad or resentful.
it just watched contently, watching the seeds blow away.
it didn’t even realize what was happening,
because at least it still had seeds left.
until one day the last one blew away,
and it realized it had nothing left.
but at least it helped,
at least it did something good,
at least it did something.
Featured Image: “Dandelion” by simplyalex is licensed under CC BY-ND 2.0.
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