Its petals sprout freely from the pistils it once held. In the open, it dances with the wind. As the wind brushes upon it, it shivers. As bright as the sun, the petals reach out. As warm as the sun's rays, the Dandelion warms its beholder.

Looking into the air, I see little bells journeying up into the sky. Looking from afar, each bell has a different expression with a similar identity. Looking into my eyes, the blue bells display a full cycle for one who appreciates them. Looking closely into bells, I see its sincerity within each flower.

I may be slow but I get there. Speed may be important to some, but getting there is all I care about. Moving at my pace, nothing is left behind as I get there. Not knowing if I'll ever get there, my home could just be anywhere.

A simple treat that satisfies the body. Simple yet rarely available as it was before.

As we learn from the past, we live in the present to be inspired with the opportunity to create the future.

The vast sea, far and wide, with nothing in sight, The lone fisherman viewing ahead of his boat, Looking out far into open sea the fisherman was quietly towards nowhere. In nowhere, yet the fisherman is very at home.

Excellent expression captured.

As wide as the sea, as deep as the ocean's bottom, so is my sail endless.

Within a stroke, a leaf is created. Long and slender, it fell along the stem. Thin between the joints, being together is its strength.