Fragile is the dandelion.
A seed head easily disturbed by wind, dismissed by rain. Crushed by foot or careless hand.
At any point it can be no more.
A delicate shape, intricate in detail.
Broken. Gone.
But as it disappears its purpose changing.
Reason for being as it was, is no more.
We, who are where we are for now, may find change in our life.
Purpose changing, reason becoming unclear.
But not ceasing. Not ceasing to be!
No longer being what we were, but maybe just maybe what we can be.
Maybe..... what we were meant to be.
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