A Field of Wind Catchers – Monochromes in a Colourful Mind

In the field of impossibly tall wind catchers,

Stands a sea of white, reaching for the sky,

Each stem fragile and proud,

Yet standing precariously in the dog days of Summer.

The slightest breeze, a whispered invitation,

To set their fluffs free and continue their journey,

Across their world,

To take root once again, to bloom and grow.

They sway in the heat,

A wild symphony of life and death,

A cycle eternal, a pattern unbroken,

A reminder of the hopes of existence.

The sun beats down upon them,

A fiery embrace that they welcome,

Accepting that it is only through this heat,

That they will be able to soar and take flight.

And so they wait, these impossibly tall dandelions,

For the winds to come and carry them away,

To new dirt, new beginnings,

And the promise of another day.