The dandelion begins life as one small fluffy seed.
A seed with one voice.
Blowing in the wind, the journey begins.
The seed finds a home.
It pushes up towards the light,
One voice gleaming gloriously with each new day.
As night draws near
Or when weather threatens,
The dandelion bows its head.
The days go by until,
The dandelion's voice is almost spent.
But, a new voice is just beginning.
The stem elongates.Its brilliant crown fades.
It no longer retreats after the light of day.
A gust of wind carries the remains
Of the dandelion's voice,
To a new home,
Where each will find anew,
Its One Voice.
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