A Dandelion

So warm and full of life
It dances in the night
In the midst of a cold summers end

It glides in the air so gently
And lands on the ground like snow
Its feathery limbs guide it
With the airs quite blow

How funny it is,
How tragic it is,
To watch the seeds go

The limb is now bare
It grows older and decays
In a day
It will be a skeleton of lost memories