danelion seeds ride the wind
clinging to their fuffy parasail
leaping from the cockpit one after another
single file soldiers into uncharted
hostile territory, green spears
jab upwards, air currents
carry them away from
comfort of safety forcing
commitment to the impending invasion
scouting the area, a few landing
too soon and too late, regather the forces
press on unflinching, undaunted to
opposing views of their beauty and worth
determined in their will to live
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