Dandelions are fragile, soft, too sensitive and easy to be left empty.
Life is like a dandelion. When it's the starting everything's happening a perfect and smooth way.
When the seeds of the dandelion travels as far as they can, they spot a place and make it their home.
When a Human sees that a seed came flying through window and lands in his flower pot, he wonders let's observe it's perfect growth.
After the 12 days of Healthy and Nutritious Care, it grows up. Having hairs like a new baby, so soft, and too sensitive in touch.
And at last, the man plucks it and blows it. All it's seeds fly in the sky like little birds who just learned to fly. And the feel of blowing off those seeds is soo calm, relaxing and fresh.
Feels like everything will be fine after a huge breakdown of ourselves.
The End
[Readers may not go too deep into it's meaning. I just wrote it out off boredom✌🏻]
(let know how it was)
