Appreciation of Dandelion Poetry

When the breeze blows

I endured the pain and left my bud.

I'm sure branches hurt, too, right?

Drifting in the wind, I tried to change direction.

But the wind is much stronger than me.

Then he let me know his ability.

Hit my little body hard.

I gradually fell into a coma.

Wake up in another heaven.

It can also be called hell. I began to let the soil bury me.

I haven't seen the sun for a long time. This time is called decadence.

After countless struggles

I decided to regain the sunshine.

With the help of rain, I finally ran to this sunless world.

I am trying to grow up and spread my branches and leaves.

At this time, no matter how strong the wind is, I can't shake it.

A second, a minute and an hour passed slowly.

I live a so-called life.

The day finally came, and the dandelion around me was taken away by the wind.

take one's own road

I gradually lost my strength and felt that I just needed to sleep.

But this kind of sleep is forever.

Maybe I left nothing behind.

Maybe I left the whole world behind.