Who plants all the dandelions that grow without much care?
They appear to be so hearty as we see them standing there

They spring up out of nowhere-these unrelenting weeds
Awaiting just the chance to scatter all their seeds

Seeming to stand so tough in weather they appear to be so strong
Yet with the slightest bit of breath we see that we were wrong

With a wish, and a puff they fall apart-we see they cannot stay
As 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

Though wind and rain and storms withstood
The smallest of puffs and 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?
Just remember it’s the little things that grab us by the tail