At times, i feel like im a dandelion. Swaying with the wind and going wherever it blows me to. No firm roots to keep me to the ground, no strong fruits to protect my seeds.
Sure, dandelions are pretty things, but they last only for that split second before getting scattered apart and blown into the wind. Even the greatest of ideas turn into beautiful wisps of nothingness if they dont materialize.
The wind blows,
and soon all is left of the dandelion
is nothing but an empty stem.
Weeds are one of the strongest things around, growing out from almost nothing. No need for deliberate intervention, just sprouting out with quiet strength. They are great survivors and stay firmly rooted.
Wind, is not even its adversary. Only with brute force, that a weed could be removed; but even that, is temporary.
They might’nt be the loveliest thing around, but they are a force to reckon with, not backing down without a fight. Which is, may i say, a pretty attractive trait.
The hand yanks,
gone is the weed
but theres no promise
it wouldnt sprout back up with speed.
So would you, my friend,
be the dandelion
or the weed?
Gone with the wind,
Scarlett’s mom.
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