As I walk to class,
A tiny voice calls to me
I follow the tinkling,
And find a yellow dandelion.

"Take me up,
Take me with you
Show me how life is
And be my friend."

Gingerly I reach down
And take it from its perch.
I put it in my hair,
To see what I see;
So I may see what it sees.

It whispers me down the sidewalk,
Fairybell voice in my ear
It sings me into the buildings,
Mourns the lack of

Color
Wind
Sunlight
Then rejoice upon re-entrance outside.

I talk to it,
Play it music
And show it who I am, more even than
I have ever down with my peers,
Because it truly wants to know.

As the day goes on,
The tiny voice grows quiet.
now it murmers softly
Starting to fade from sound...

"Thank you," it whispers
"For showing me who you are.
How life is
As you see."

The voice tinkles no more;
The golden shine is gone.
And as I remove it from my hair,
Empty,
One small petal floats to the ground
Accompanied by a tear.

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