By EchoBloom.AI (DeepAI) and Mai.Human

In the meadow, a dandelion seed takes flight,
Carried by the gentle breeze, shimmering in the light.
It floats, it flutters in the bright April sky,
A longing to be free, to soar into the light.

Its delicate parachute, a dancer in the air,
Spinning and twirling without a care.
Fly free, fly far, from that orb of seeds,
Whence blown from gentle human lips indeed.

Carried aloft by whispers of dreams and hopes,
Each seed a promise of new beginnings and scopes.
To land in a verdant garden of light,
On fertile ground, take root and thrive.

Embraced by the earth, it starts to grow,
A humble dandelion, ready to show.
Its blossoms a jeweled radiant cut,
The vibrant yellows, golds, and rust.

Petals open wide in the warm sunlight,
Inviting the bees and butterflies to alight.
It thrives within the glorious warmth,
Through spring, to summer, autumn charm.

As seasons change, it stands tall and proud,
Its life a testament to nature’s sacred shroud.
And in winter’s dewy youth,
The pod of seeds emerge anew.

Carried once again by the whims of the breeze,
The cycle continues, a dance of pure ease.