Little magnificent balls of fur,
that happily dance in the air,
tell me that the spring is here,
peeping on the green admiring my stare,
smiling at me with a wink,
looking at me without a blink,
tells me to live life stretching my arms.
braving the harsh thunderstorms,
spreading happiness & cheer
in quietude to grow & prosper,
fragile, yet so soulful,
just like me, isn’t the Dandelion an intriguing puzzle?
NB: The poem is inspired by nature and is written for the Poetry Marathon