I wish upon a dandelion

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I wish upon a dandelion 

I see you everywhere 

in fields, cracks in roads,

old and new buildings,

hands of children,

and in all the unwanted places. 

You thrive in places 

where nothing else blossoms, 

and you beautify the most 

ugliest, depressed, and pale 

places on earth. 

The roots that you build 

beneath the ground of harshness,

spark a yellowish flower 

that can withstand every 

obstacle that the world throws at it. 

Withering in the sun 

the dazzling flower turns into 

a white puff of soft fuzz

that makes you want to 

cuddle it up next to your cheek. 

Day and night you stand 

until a strong burst of wind 

flutters by and the soft white fuzz 

loosens and flies away

into the unknown air. 

You fly and fly and fly 

until you land on a piece of broken land 

where you grow roots

and repeat the process 

of beautifying the worst in the world. 

I wish upon a dandelion 

where I can thrive in the 

most ugliest and depressed places 

that the world offers. 

I wish to plant my roots 

into anywhere and anything that I land on

and I wish to put smiles 

on the faces of those in hardship. 

I wish to wither in the sun 

and to turn myself into seeds 

that can fly through the air and breeze

and land anywhere they please. 

I wish upon you, my dandelion 

that I will have the courage and strength 

to be like you:

strong roots, blossoming flowers,

everlasting presence, and 

flourishing in every landscape. 

I wish upon you, to all my dandelions out there.