Ephemeral Promise

In the fragile globe of a dandelion lies an entire universe of possibility. Each seed clings delicately, waiting for the faintest breeze, a child’s wish, or the brush of time to set it free. The moment is brief, almost imperceptible, yet it carries within it the quiet power of renewal.

The dandelion reminds us that beauty is not always meant to last. It is meant to move, to change, to scatter and root again elsewhere. Its promise is not in permanence, but in its willingness to let go—trusting the wind to carry its future into the unknown.