Dandelion

I am not a bird I am a flower,
Many petals raised to face the sun—
Yet this stem that gives me life
Is holding back my freedom.

Pluck me! Please pluck me!
Blow my seeds to the wind!
Give me flight if just for a moment
And I shall alight in your garden.

Death becomes life becomes death becomes life.
The endless cycle carries on.
My freedom is death and immortality
All wrapped up together.