Dandelion

Oh, to be a dandelion puff
With the wind under my sails,
To see my way around the world
Even if my world's only a woodland vale.
To finally be set down
In a strange new place
And lay down roots, make new friends,
Grow at my own pace,
Be picked and loved by little tots
Who set me on my quest ,
While laughing in glee with the sun on their face
As my wings are put to the test.
A life like that would be wonderful
With only one setback ahead,
Because no matter how much I grow
I'll still be called wet-the-bed.