The Day Of The Dandelion

With my puffballs prancing In the morning sun,

me with my wisdom and wishes. You can

perceive the child prancing and dancing,

I feel the sun shining, as the soft, cool wind blows. 

The once quiet calm wind, begins to swirl as if a tornado

is coming. And all the commotion in the park dims down. 

I feel the happiness and light drift away from the world,

as if a black hole has sucked it in. Feeling

gloomy I see a light at the end of the tunnel,

the moon’s beams bath me in light, I feel hope

and happiness in the darkest of times.

Arriving in a new place, in the middle of the night, The

darkness spreads all over time. I hear crying, and pain

all over my brain, as the world went dark overnight.