A surprise I get - what's this I see my dandelion all fluffy. Instead of yellow I now see white ,more soft and gentle as before,
Reminding me of a door - please open let me see more.Oh! how happy I am dandelion of truth.
Quiet contented I sit there - contented to stare. As you sway in the wind I know there's more to you .Now as I feel I understand
Gently I hold out my hand to touch my dandelion of truth. I get the feeling there and then being true means everything.
To live by truth is constant change like a beautiful story without an end. My dandelion that I have touched I know you've still
To tell me much. As the wind blows more and more the fluffy bits float through the air. On there end a seed of truth.
Searching out a place to grow so there will be constantly more.

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