Dandelion Fairies

As I sit in my sadness in the sunshine and warmth
Dandelion Fairies float into my awareness.

The birds are chirping loudly and furiously
Demanding I pay attention to my surroundings.

I feel the breeze dance across my skin
And I remember who I am and why I am here.

Yet as those dandelion fairies dance in the wind
I wish I was them, flying on the breeze until I find my way home.

For the dandelion fairies know that when the breeze dies down
They will take root in their chosen place and transform and grow.

Eventually those fairies will become flowers, standing still rooted in the ground.
Until they give birth to dozens upon dozens of magical fairies just waiting to be released and find their joy, dancing upon the wind.

Bringing magic and joy to the children who add their breath to them to set them free,
Once again being release to fly, swoop, dance on the wind, play in the breeze and start a new.

Dandelion Fairies… reminding me of the magic and wonderment in my life
Letting my spirit soar on the wind, heeding the calls of my feathered friends.

Releasing… renewing… rejoicing.