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