Lovely and fair
you, dandelion,
that fair
yellow glow,
now
I cannot see.
You put on
the white fuzz
and your heart
is full of haste.
Now soon,
if a wind blows,
I will, I will
go.
It was a very short
period of life,
but without regret,
I blossomed.
I will fly
to the sky
and meet
my Dear.
I am
the happinest
dandelion
in the world.