There's a dandelion in my palm.
It's speaking healing words
And telling me the wishes of others.
Oh how I wish to make them all
Come true.
But it's not up to me, I'm only
There to listen to its songs.
My wishes are just as ordinary
And I'm waiting in line.
Although, I do love to hear
The whispers from the wish granter.
Our time will come when florets fly.