A Dandelion in a Field of Daisies.

I am not a Daisy,
Decorative and beautiful.
I am a Dandelion,
yellow and full.
I am textured, layered, white.
I cannot sit silently and still.
So I fly, freely through open fields
Of colorful beings.
You cannot catch me.
I am gone, I am going
and Im not staying very long.
Im up and out, admire my grace as i float,
as I Leave.
Im gone, never to be seen again.