The Seedling

A warm summer's breeze
caressed the last dandelion seed,
sending it swirling up and around as if it
were a tiny fairy
dancing up into the great
wide open.
Destination: "unknown."
As dusk fell upon the day
the seedling descended,
nestling down into the warm
earth, awaiting it's next rebirth.

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