The evanescent cloud is low.
The child is walking very slow,
Unsure, with hesitating pace
Through froth of cloud that fills the space.

Today the earth wears its candid robe,
It is a large dandelion globe!
Today the earth is more fragile,
The air is more volatile.

Yet another step, another cloud
Away it fades, without a sound.
Slowly, go for a walk with Brian
Don't blow away the dandelion!