Now she walks the land The heart of which she always belonged to On the back ways Finding wild flowers and stones For a wise woman's treasury She set free to the wind When the clock of her memory dispersed Dandelion Into uncountable incomprehensible time capsules Film rearranged on the reel In her eyes, i would always be four Four years old Dandelion My dandelion It is not uncomplicated when the life of a loved one fades away