Fragile

The evanescent c’oud is low.
The child is walking very s’ow,
Unsure, with hesitating pace
Through froth of c’oud that fills the space. 

Today the earth wears its candid robe,
It is a large dandelion globe!
Today the earth is more fragile,
The air is more volatile.

Yet another step, another c’oud
Away it fades, without a sound.
Slowly, go for a walk with Brian
Don't blow away the dandelion!