Two pristine Dandelions Swaying in the breeze Amongst the blue sky Happiness surrounded me The strength they carried To never blow away Years fly by But the Dandelions didn't They were perfect The breeze Now a gusty wind Blew away a bit of them They still stood Never would they leave? Damaged but alive More years pass They start to slump Now fear arises Don't give up now! You've made it this far Come on! One last gust They blew away Finally giving in. I watched them for years Got use to there presence Now they are gone. A tear rolls down my cheek. I stare at a empty spot Every day. Hoping for return Knowing they never will. How could this be? Days are not the same Skies arent as blue The wind just blows.