The Dandelion looked up into the sky. A smile graced her face as she saw the Sun grinning brightly at her. It was a perfect morning, she thought. She gazed across the field and saw the birds and bees frolicking among the honeysuckles. It was a great start.
As soon as her thought crossed, a Breeze came to haunt her. Her body swayed as the Breeze caressed her head. He was playfully teasing her. She bended to his fancy but yet she feared for her life. Behind the flirting Breeze was a sign of caution that Wind was drawing near. The thought of Wind scared her for she feared he would carry her off her place and leave her in the unknown.
And true to her predictions, the Breeze was just a passing fancy, and the Wind came storming into the fields. His wild and brash existence caused a great stir, and off he swept the dandelion into great heights and tossed her unceremoniously unto the ground. He left as soon as he came, and the poor dandelion was left alone. She looked sadly as the Wind roared away into the air, never to be seen again.
She looked about her, everything was serene once again. But she was never the same. Her once cheerful face has lost her luster. She was left all bare and vulnerable, empty and wanting. The Wind carried away a part of her with him.
Time flew and the Wind came back. But the Dandelion was already broken. She vowed that no Wind will ever sweep her off her feet again. The Wind could only howl a deep sigh as he watched her wilt away into nothingness.
But her legacy remains among the scattered bits where the Wind has blown.
As soon as her thought crossed, a Breeze came to haunt her. Her body swayed as the Breeze caressed her head. He was playfully teasing her. She bended to his fancy but yet she feared for her life. Behind the flirting Breeze was a sign of caution that Wind was drawing near. The thought of Wind scared her for she feared he would carry her off her place and leave her in the unknown.
And true to her predictions, the Breeze was just a passing fancy, and the Wind came storming into the fields. His wild and brash existence caused a great stir, and off he swept the dandelion into great heights and tossed her unceremoniously unto the ground. He left as soon as he came, and the poor dandelion was left alone. She looked sadly as the Wind roared away into the air, never to be seen again.
She looked about her, everything was serene once again. But she was never the same. Her once cheerful face has lost her luster. She was left all bare and vulnerable, empty and wanting. The Wind carried away a part of her with him.
Time flew and the Wind came back. But the Dandelion was already broken. She vowed that no Wind will ever sweep her off her feet again. The Wind could only howl a deep sigh as he watched her wilt away into nothingness.
But her legacy remains among the scattered bits where the Wind has blown.
