Relief, with a smile ever bright. Sitting in a field of dandelions. The sun warming all that it touched. Lighting the sky.
"It wouldn't hurt, you have plenty, isn't that right momma earth?"
"Of course, she smiled. But! I need you to make me a promise little one"
"Anything for you!!" he gleefully proclaimed
"Good, now, should you take these dandelions, I ask only that you blow their petals to the winds when you're done"
"But...won't they just fly everywhere?"
"Mm, precisely. And they need to come home eventually child. Every journey must return to it's roots. It's necessary if we wish to grow"
"Momma, do you think I'll grow one day?"
"Yes child, very big. So long as you heed those words. Hold them close in your heart. You'll turn out just fine"
