The leaf whispered in my ear:
‘Would you like to travel dear?’
A dandelion stared in my eyes:
‘A ride without any price.’
Approval of the palpitating heart.
Nerves throbbing for the journey to start.
Would have to hold the achene tight.
Only fearless choose this risky flight.
Gradually attaining a good height.
Found many like me, the fearless type.
Watching the natures unimaginable beauty.
Honeybees were on the nectar sucking duty.
Landed near the glistening waterfall.
Clearly we all heard its soothing call.
Woods talked about the moon and the stars.
The night was near and home was far.
My achene came to me for a ride back home.
I said,’ Yes please but I would again like to roam.’
Are you this fearless to experience this dangerous flight?
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