Dandelion

Picture me in a tree, gazing down at the horizon,
plants swaying in the breeze.

Fresh winds hit me in the face as my hair levitates.

Afternoon butterflies and birds signal for me to follow them.

Walking down a broken path, as the cobblestone creaks.

CREAK

          CREAK

                    CREAK

Something fluffy like fur, but fragile like a rose,
swaying in the misty distance.
With white petals and a swampy green stem, a
dandelion sways, as the sunset lights up the sky.