Dandelion Breeze Poem by D.A. Woods

Dandelion standing alone against the wind,
blades of grass surround the lone flower,
blow the seeded clock away the storm grinned,
you're lucky to last within the hour.

The storm has passed and yet he stands,
purple stem intact, it's time is 4 o'clock,
maybe I'll uproot and move to the woodlands,
and the next time the wind blows, the giants will block.

But for now, I'll stand here, be strong and wait,
you can try to knock me down - leave my stem rotten to the core,
if you can't do it soon, you never will - and now it's eight,
4 hours to go.