Fly

 Still in my next life, 

I'll come back as a dandelion. 

I'll be the flower who flies. You'll pluck me and gently blow me into the air. 

You'll make a wish and I'll fly so high 

and land without a care. 

I'll look back at you and smile,

And you'll see me again

In the flower that learnt how to fly.

Taking your wish to the 

sky.

~E