Dandelion

Karahindiba

In the next life, I am going to become a dandelion. I will bloom in early May, in the midst of spring. I will feel good both on the gassed roadside and on the trampled path. If necessary, I can just find a crack among the stones. I will be a sunny, bright flower, making believe in the sun and smile even in cloudy weather. A flower filling all the available space with its descendants. Indestructible. And when the time comes to turn gray and leave, I will not cause trouble. I will dissolve with a white cloud in space... Some little peanut will blow away the white fluffs of my life. And will laugh...