Who plants all of the dandelions that grow without much care?
They appear to be so hearty as we see them standing there
They spring up of nowhere these inelegant plain weeds
Awaiting the opportunity to scatter all their seeds
They stand so tough in weather and appear to be so strong
Yet with the slightest puff of breath we see that we were wrong

With a wish and a whoosh they fall apart- we see they cannot stay
Their feathery fragile little parts fly aimlessly away
As I think of dandelions giving way on feathery wings
I see that their undoing is caused by little things
Through the wind and rain and storms withstood
With the smallest puff they’re gone for good

And are we like the dandelion that appears to be so strong?
Do we hold up to our biggest trials that plague us for so long?
Withstanding tests we craftily escape the tempter’s snare
Then losing sight we turn around to find we’ve faltered there
Are we so proud of our great strength and think we cannot fail?
l Just remember it’s the little things that grab us by the tail

©CkC