An isolated flower, shy in the grass
Different from other clusters of flora
No rich yellow petals and sweet scent
Just fluffy white and round

Forgotten in the shadows of its peers
And yearns to receive warm rays
Standing in the rain, battling the pain
Tough it is but the stronger it gets

Gazes at the cloud, daydreams aloud
"Someday, I'll join you up there."
Bursts of laughter all at once
The naive thought made their day

Yet its pleas were answered
And like a baby the wind cradles
One last look at its Motherland
Goodbye, the dandelion waves