Dandelion Poem

I love this poem. Casey wrote it.

Soul of mine,
you are my dandelion.
One whimsical puff,
and your seeds are
sent in unimaginable
directions.
Twirling, Swirling,
dancing in the wind.
Let one patch of soil,
one drop of dew,
one ray of sunshine
take notice.
So you can take root elsewhere
and bloom inside another.
And when you're plucked again,
uprooted from hard and shiny surface,
may your impressions be earth-shattering.