A field of Dandelions

People are like dandelions seeds,

some are easy to blow away

But the real friends stay.

Many have stayed with me,

Others get caught up in my face like a sticky spider web.

But the seeds that have stayed,

have grown into sunny yellow flowers.

Each one unique, you could watch them for hours.

In a field of Dandelions,

Is a field of families.

Their stories hiding beneath hair on their heads.

Some people have blown me away,

But I landed on another seed,

With all my unique flower friends

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