Dandelions

This is a very small work of imagery that I've come up with that is really just a small thought that had passed in my mind. REVISED!!!!

Like a single wind carried dandelion seed

I am secluded in my thoughts

Faced by vast meadows that have long been forgotten. 

I hope that there are others like me

Caught in this breeze called life

Brought together by fate. 

Wondering...

Once I hit the ground...

Will I get washed away?

Buried by the sands of time?

Or will I finally be able to grow?

Author's Note

I am slightly dyslectic so future apologizes for grammatical errors.