Breeze blows softly over a grassy field

Dandelion clocks stand ready for departure

A sudden sharp gust

And the air is filled with potential

Hundreds of seeds drift on the currents

Hang-gliding in one direction, then another

finding new ground, new soil

a new home in which to grow

to be fruitful, and flower

and in turn, send out potential

to perpetuate an unseen future.

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