A dandelion at the corner of May

                
                
A dandelion at the corner of May，
Sways with a grin on crispy face，
Ambition of the good old day,
Strides in the air of carefree grace;
The lionheart so eager for departure,
Wait no more for a flying start,
The little body committed to adventure,
Destined to be torn apart;
A firework of exile blowing in the air,
Waltz into breeze, swirl around storm,
Hold the heart fair and square,
And find their gutter in no form;
Yet each bit recalls the tone of spring,
In whispers the scenery of evergreen.
01.05.2015 in Mülheim an der Ruhr
Hello May!