The dandelion’s journey

Between the branches and the leaves,
take my hand and dance with me.
Our gentle companion; this soft, sunny breeze
that takes us as and where it breathes.
In dust and Earth we thrive and breed.
In dust and Earth we live and die from scattered seed.
And in this moment of our precious lives,
let our kisses meet like dancing mayflies
that fill the air and fill the skies.
They dance like us as dance they must
and dance for life and dance for fate.
And in this magnificence revealed –
the hand of the Father
of this heaven and that to come.