The sun is almost setting when I see the flying dandelion. I think to myself, should this dandelion think, what would it think about? Is it possible for a dandelion to have little dandelion thoughts. To worry about where it will land. To hope that it arrives at a fertile ground and not in water. So much the poor dandelion has to worry about, and yet, he doesn’t for he will arrive wherever he arrives, and that will be his fate.
Listen to my piano solo interpretation of the thoughts of the little dandelion here.
Happy listening, and let me know what you think.