A bud is said to bloom on the right time and on the right moment.

What if that right moment never comes how will you view that cute little bud to a mature?

Once you were close to this little bud you will never realize how it would actually grow if possible.

Like a dandelion’s flying with the wind of spring to fall to find its path to its new home.

From Pacific to Atlantic to Indian seas it travels for your dreams.

But when it comes to halt.

What happens?

The answer is simple it will start its new life again and once more as the time past.

The cycle will be the same, same as ever, never will it fail to play its role to nature.

Thou the all might of this bud were never been journalize its story still lingers in our minds as a kinder child’s nursery rhymes.