Dandelion seeds blowing away
Image by Олександр К on Unsplash

They say I’m a weed
They don’t want me there,
Dig me up, Throw me out
They don’t really care.

But I live and I thrive
Children laugh when they play
As their breath moves my seeds
And blows them away.

So I fly on the breeze
In the sun I…

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Barbara Mac

Barbara Mac

Interested in philosophy, technology, spirituality & the environment — Supporter of desperate causes — in awe of the infinite.