Along the path dandelions flew,

Fluttering their dance, the day brand new,

Waltzing their way through colorful trees,

Making it through with nothing but ease.

Their goal unknown,

For no structure is shown,

They keep together loosely,

Marching on so joyfully.

Their ideas are expressed,

Through the extravagant process,

Of which nearly no one watches,

For to the world, they never open the latches.

But if one takes care to see,

Flowers amongst the bumbling bee,

They might just see but barely notice,

The dandelion’s beautiful purpose.