Dandelions

I took a look at me,

Roots grounded to tough soil.

Will I ever be free?

Or remain forever coiled.

The wind blew high and low,

The opportunities; I didn't clutch.

Feeling remorse and hollow,

Underestimated myself, a damn much.

A pleasant breeze took me high,

In its arms, I see a world.

Seizing every chance I fly,

Not regretting my dance and twirl.

Flowers are all a beauty,

Some on soil, some in waters.

Spectacularly, I am a bit groovy,

Believing the me for what the world offers.

I am just like you,

Unique are my strengths.

While I embrace my flaws,

With the support of my near and dearests.