Blue trickling through the sky; wind blowing
Such a breeze giving way to reap whats sowed
Shaking leaves from his hair the dandelion king rises
Peace yawning out from him; his slumber asunder
Eyes gazing into gravity; soft petals floating in the midst
As he stands he walks on scattered earth
Totally of no direction; everywhere goes nowhere
The king sees his crown; securing it in his hand
A stretching panorama scopes itself; divine blossoms shining
Drowsiness ensuing; swallowed is the king in the meadow once more
