In a garden of mesmeric  flowers.
I gawked at the beautiful blossoms,chanting sweet melody,the most mellow,
but I heard a pinch of sobbing from down below.

A pretty little dandelion.
Crying its heart out.
I bent down to ask,what's it all about.
"Hey,little dandelion,what's wrong?"

She whispered in a trifling voice.
"All these florets are so colourful,they give you a choice.
Look at me,I'm so pale.
In an attempt to please you,I'll always fail.

All these flowers are so strong
Look at me,I hardly last an hourlong.
Just blow me once and I'll be gone."

I heard her tale and then replied.
"All their colours are ought to fade away.
For their charm they're going to get plucked anyway.

Oh,you little dandelion.
People think they wipe off your existence with just a single blow?
Don't they know?
Your cessation  is just a revival.
Your habit to evanesce is your means of survival
and no matter how many seeds you abandon
They'll get distributed at random.

All they will do is preserve your entity,
You're afraid of disappearing? Just have a look at your quantity.
Why on earth do you feel low?
When
you'll just ferret out a way to spawn and regrow.

So let the wind be velocious.
Let it convey you to the most stupendous places.
Where you'll see the unseen and will meet new faces.
Why,will you fill your heart with gloom?
When you know, with the blow of wind,you will always bloom."

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Sometimes we think we're not as good as others and have many weaknesses, but you might have mistaken your strength for weakness. Just try to change your perspective for once.