Through the Years

Dandelion

I let out a gentle breeze

Sent a thousand little parachutes into the wind

They danced like little fairies

 I watched them float away, unable to rescind

High above the daisies

Among the old oak trees

Like a band of gypsies

They roamed so free

At last, it had to end

It could not last forever

As they made their descend

Unable to go any further

For a brief moment, that I didn't want to end

My spirit floated so freely

As it rode upon the wind

I let out a gentle breeze

Sent a thousand little parachutes into the wind