Torn between desire and practicality.
Wanting to provide solace for another’s chaos
Yet fearing the future
The chance of failure
And the probability of her own inadequacy.
And one day, the dandelion looked up at the oak tree.
“Your deep roots can’t be reached by frost, true. But can they be reached by anything?”
The oak tree looked down at the dandelion.
“Your shallow roots are moved and changed by everything. Tell me, which one of us is worse off?”
For a long time the dandelion said nothing more. Then one day, a strong wind came and blew the dandelion’s seeds far away, to new exciting places. The dandelion died, and once more the oak tree was alone.