The Story of the Dandelion

So as not to lose them, the dandelion held them closer, closer in.
Afraid that, stripped bare, it would look shabby and ashamed,
it held them closer, closer in.
But a warm wind whispered, small and soft:
Let them go…
Then they will fly far away, and wherever they land, life will spring up.
The dandelion thought for a very long time.
Yes. I will open my heart wide and send them off on the wind.
The moment it made up its mind, the seeds that had wrapped it round
rode off on the wind, far away.
But because those unseen seeds carried life,
the dandelion already knew they would sprout, as lovely as itself.