@basika 26 March 2022

There was once a dandelion ... an ordinary, yellow dandelion ... it grew in a crack in the concrete path that leads through the rose garden ... People walked along the path and trampled it basically while admiring the fragrant roses ... the dandelion patiently suffered and hoped that one day that beautiful butterfly would land on him as well ... he kept his nectar, raised his head every day and absorbed it the sun's rays ... but the butterfly was mesmerized by the beauty of the rose and didn't even look at it ... Dandelion mourned, bowing his sun head more and more often ... and that night, when the full moon scattered its silver glow on the sleeping flowers, the dandelion raised its head, rose in the desire to get a better look at the moon and suddenly realized that it had lost its sunshine. ... instead, a silver ball protruded from the concrete path, soft as a snowflake, a filigree woven cobweb ... The moth was amazed by the dandelion's transformation and landed on that fluffy ball ... from the touch of its wings, small snowflakes flew away carried by the summer breeze ... they flew shining in the moonlight like the most beautiful fireworks ...