e're like dandelion seeds floating on the air,
ike tiny ballerinas everywhere
ancing to the Summer's song,
ever caring where we belong
ree as the wind that carries us away,
naware that we will bloom someday
hen, in all our sunny splendor,
omeday, ourselves, we will render
nd put on a marvelous display,
s our own tiny dancers get carried away

(C)2003 Arlene Faith Kortright - Wooden Stone Music и ASCAP Company