Dandelion

Standing tall, strong, determined
Shifting gently with the breeze  
The stronger the gusts became  
The more it felt unease  
 
Bending with the world  
Self destructing under pressure  
All in a vain attempt  
To avoid the world's thresher  
 
Battered by the wind  
Trying to remain whole  
Protecting precious cargo  
While forfeiting part of its soul  
 
Suddenly out of thin air  
A dark shadow now loomed  
Cowering over out of fear  
Feeling it was doomed  
 
Slowly reaching for it  
The flower shook with grief  
Hands blocking the wind  
Offering it momentary relief  
 
Flesh upon flesh  
Caused all fear to cease  
Now the tortured flower  
Thought it had found peace  
 
With its guard lowered  
The figure snapped the stem  
Matecilously analyzing it's worth  
As if it were a precious gem  
 
Once its value was determined  
The figure pressed it to its lips  
The flower facing death's sweet kiss  
Under the figures strong eclipse  
 
Now with it firmly in its grasp  
It took a deep inhale  
The flower being ripped in half  
Now felt it had been impaled  
 
Its previous cargo floating on the breeze  While being stripped from the flower  
The pain it must have felt  
Within its final hour  
 
To spend its life fighting  
To be broken by an external force  
Who was this figure?  
Why remove the flower from its course?  
 
Laying badly broken,Soul and skin stripped. Withering away under the sun. It had fought its battles. But the pressures of the world had won.