The Dandelion Who Knows All

I, the dandelion
bearing secrets unforetold
bequeathed to me
by other seeds
often those of old

That knowledge which I’m hiding
might show itself to you
and you shall find its meaning
for all beings rings true

I being a dandelion
floating through the shadows
covering me
from the old oak trees growing in the meadows

And so I look on forward
to all I oversee
so soon I will be letting loose
all my own young seeds