The Dandelion

Fragile and beautiful, it seemed to caress the wind. It danced in rhythm to the rush of the breeze and smiled at the sun. It was God's perfect plan and seemed perfect in its contentment. Suddenly it was yanked from its Mother plant and hot stinky breath blew away its soul. The flower scattered and it merged with the random dusts in the wind. It dissolved into nothingness. Its form merged into the big nothingness. The hand that yanked it away from its Mother, felt proud and danced with joy. The Dandelion ceased to exist in a heartbeat of a second. Look around you, What are we? But fragile and delicate Dandelions. We are planted on this Earth. We dance and sway with the Winds of time. We bask in the Sunlight. We seem happy and contented. But all it needs a moment. To remind us of how non consequential and fragile are we.