[Old and Unreadable] Max's Thought-Provoking Poetry

Dandelion

Little dandelion

Swaying in the wind

Spread and scatter your seedlings

With a breeze of forgotten whims

Quiet and fluent goes the tide...

Winter's concert of sighs

Submissive yet standing tall

Letting the breeze hold you

As it scatters you across this earth

Gone, fading away

Death has come, but only now you can say

I faded, but made a little change

Saddening to think that only people see parts of you

In an elegant wrath this thought comes through

Only now that this little dandelion has faded

But perhaps your seedlings will grow to be the saviour

Saddening but cool and calming

In a way, death is charming