The dandelion pappi are soaked

Leaving your dreams weighted.

the elongated blades of grass stare

As they marinate the soil

And become nutrients

for the grass to become

taller.

All the blades prosper and grow into brush

Intertwining in a tangled mess of

Competition and dedication

keeping others from rising above them,

leaving the fantasy to be soaked into the earth.

With only a fragment of a pappus left,

The sun is no longer visible.

and all it can do now is

shiver in the dark ally

and hope for a match to light up its surroundings

so, it can fight against the other fallen

hoping to regain some of its lost

pride.