I blow on a dandelion, and its tiny white seeds float softly into the air.
They drift like little clouds, dancing and swirling with the gentle breeze.
I close my eyes and make a wish as the seeds fly far, far away.
The sun shines warmly, and the grass feels soft beneath my feet.
Sometimes, I watch the seeds land on flowers and start new plants.
Blowing on a dandelion feels like sharing magic with the whole world.
I smile, knowing my wish is flying on the wind to somewhere special.
I love blowing dandelions because they make me feel happy and hopeful.