Romans & histoires Dandelion: Poet

, I said and smiled as he pulled some rumpled yellow dandelions out of his pocket and gave me. “Here, to a beautiful miss. I picked them on my way to this festival and stuffed them in my pocket. They’re so beautiful, he said and giggled. “Oh honey”, I said quite moved. “This is so beautiful”, I said and opened my arms for a hug and he wrapped his little arms around me. “Do you like them ?”, he asked as I released him from my embrace. “Of course I do. I love dandelions. You’re the sweetest kid ever”, I said and pulled him in for a hug.

Lily creased her brows as she looked at Murphy, not understanding what she meant. "So tell me, does dandelion always stay the same? Does it stay young forever?" Murphy was more understanding than anyone Amelia knew. Murphy was mature and has seen the world in more depth. Lily was confused. "Dandelion looks beautiful once it blooms, but as it starts getting old, it starts shining even from afar. But everyone has to leave once it becomes old. Once the dandelion becomes mature, the breeze takes it flying to the seven ocean where it starts its new life and journey. From seed to a mature plant and then helping its children to travel. It's long and the same process everyone has to go through. You

Master Graden had a collection of poetry books in his home library and she had read them during her free time. The poem was titled, "A Red, Red Rose" composed by Scotland's national poet, Robert Burns. It described the poet's deep love for his beloved and promised that his love would last longer than human life and even the planet itself, remaining fresh and constant forever. The words were so moving and Melissa felt her heart warmed instantly.

“Remembers, my lady?” Audrey said, her voice distant with memory, “I told him dandelions were my favorite because they grow wherever the wind takes them — never too proud for any soil.” Greer sighed dreamily. “If that isn’t love, I don’t know what is.” Astrid groaned. “If this is love, it’s exhausting.” Their laughter followed her quip, light and melodic. But when Elijah drew a folded parchment from within his coat and held it out to Audrey, the laughter faded to hush.

It was a tough job, considering that dandelions were everywhere I looked. But I had a legitimate reason for this obsession. My name was Dandelion, and each flower I found was an extension of myself. Except I didn’t think of it in those terms at that age. I mostly just liked ripping the plants out of the ground and enjoyed the sound the roots made when they tore. I was a bloodthirsty little weirdo in those days.

Since even Nero doesn't know the answer, Audrey doesn't know anyone who could answer the riddle. Thus for the second time around, they gave up. "Ohhh... such a pity. You don't know him???? His name was Dan de LION!!!!! Its Dandelion!!! wahahahahah!!!!" The baby faced flower makes another series of guffaws. It looks like she was really having fun on what she was doing. "Don't worry lads, I still have a lot of riddles in mind... We can do this all day. HIHIHIH. This is sooooo fun!!!!"

Our dutiful teacher waits for Celeste to speak. "How can Wordsworth remember such a delightful scene when he's in woe?" Celeste brings her hand to her lips as she thinks of it herself. I have no idea what she's talking about. So I peek at Ryder's book and I realize that we are actually reading a poem and not a play. 'Daffodils' by William Wordsworth. "A human mind tends to reminisce happy moments whenever he's feeling down to sort of uplift his mood." Ms. Anne replies with her hands moving in the air and a smile on her bright red-lipsticked lips. "It must have been natural for Wordsworth too."

Cleverly placed, so unless you trace it with your finger it looks like a stem and nothing more. A dandelion, a weed you can find everywhere. Common and ugly, unremarkable because of how many of them grow, until that is, it morphs into delicate light seed heads that find the wind and fly to freedom on the breeze. Such pretty things that have so much potential to go far, and I told myself that’s what I was and what I was doing when I changed Lisa to Camilla. Stupid sentiment, stupid tattoo! I can barely look at it at all anymore.

Its delicate ball of fluff hung majestically on its stem, dazzling brightly under the sun, making other flowers go jealous. A fragile plant, yet so powerful. I couldn't wait to wish upon every one of them with one puff of air. Plucking it carefully so that its pappus won't fall out, I shoved it in Jade's face with the widest grin. But I was greeted with a horrid look. "Dandelion," Jade whispered in shock, throwing me into a State of confusion. "Yes, it is a dandelion," I replied, watching colour drain from her face. It's just a flower, girl.

She was lost in her thoughts, as if she were there again. "Which ones were your favorites?" I ask gently. "Dandelions," she answered immediately. "Why?" I was curious. "Because I loved the way the seed pods rose to the sky when you blew on them. Mom never called them weeds. She would sit with me in the grass and encourage me to make wishes. When I blew on the dandelion seeds, she'd say our prayers would go up high to the clouds, and the Moon Goddess could hear them. " The longing was evident in her voice when she spoke.