Dandelion seeds sprinkle the air.
Tiny parachutes of fluff dancing on the wind; my hopes and dreams with them.
They are guided by the wind, to an unknown place, a new home, a chance to start a knew.
Their journey maybe long, filled with obstacles, or cut short by a sudden downdraft clipping their wings, making them unable to fly.
Their final home, not as they planned.
Life, but not the end of dreams.