Dandelion Yellow created by wolfy21196

Sometimes we hear a melody. One not our own.

Maybe it began as a thought, or desire. A wish upon the stars one late December night. A wish to see the longing weed, with outstretched, yellow petals.

Waiting for the time of bloom. When the magic folk emerge from their dwellings.

It's then they're ready to dance beneath the moon. All night, and all through the fields of sunshine.