Dandelions In The Wind

• Teresa Lin, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2013

We spread our cotton wings, white and light
It's our turn to try, so we begin our flight
To find a new patch of earth

The journey will be filled with barricades
But the wind will aid us and be rid of the past,
The time has come, to be anew once more

We will chase down dreams and hopes
But the mother land will always be in our hearts
Just like thousands of tiny wings, floating in the wind

Lingering in the air, unmoved by the wind
Sometimes hello does not need a goodbye
We will meet again
And dance like dandelions in the wind