Who made the world?

Who made the roses and tulips?

Who made the dandelions?

The dandelion, I mean -

The one who bloomed from a beautiful seed

the one that is swaying with my breath

Who is dancing along with the wind, up and down, left to right

Who is waiting for a gust of wind?

Now it starts to fade away.

The dandelion seeds catch the wind and fly away.

I don't know exactly why a gust of wind comes.

I do know to embrace the wind and admire the space.

How to be idle and blessed. How to stroll through the fields.

What I have been doing all-day

Tell me, what do you plan to do?

With your one precious life.