Blowing Wishes

I find myself in grassy, green plains,
Where thoughts and feelings thrive.
In meadows where the air is sweetened,
Where hopes and wishes come alive.

Familiar scents bring memories,
All of which I hold dear.
I remember what my mother said,
I can hear her crystal clear.

"Think of your greatest desire,
Let it come from the heart.
Take this within your grasp and blow,
And let your wishes start."

And so when a dandelion's perched
Upon the soft, green ground,
I pick it from the earth and I'm
Blowing wishes without a sound.