Dream! Dream you
In the meadows and the fields!
Feel the winds of change
Pushing at your napes,
But stay tethered until you
Have enough faith–
Until a child’s breath guides you all and
You get carried away.
What is it you fear more–
The danger of not knowing
What comes next, or
The thought of all the things
You could be?
You are chattering teeth
In the mouth of a cowardly lion
An obstinate collection of weeds
In the garden of a reality
That’s constantly moving,
Moving around you when
It could be moving through you
If it weren’t for the chattering,
That fantastic chattering that makes
Action so much harder than
The safety of your wishing.
But, oh! Think of what you will achieve!
When at last you break away;
When at last it’s your time to fly and
You come parachuting down
Into this wondrous life!
You could bring a brilliant gold
To the Earth’s marvelous mane.
You could make any person happy
By simply carrying their name.
So, sit not in silence much longer
You fathomless florets of unbridled potential
In hopes for some gust to motivate
The world does not wait so instead
Have the courage to blow it away..
Michael Ponce 
Tell me about it. Wait, you have been…nonstop for the past 24 hours.
Jokes.
Good writing, as always. Keep posting, please.
Lovely images and well sustained. I kept thinking of my granddaughter (almost 3) who loves to pick dandelion flowers before they becomes the fluff balls of seeds. (And I kept thinking of my jaded adult self thinking, “Good. I don’t want anymore dandelions in my lawn.) This helped me remember the pleasure of blowing them.