Rose and dandelion

In one little town, on one new, built up observation platform, between other plants rested and dreamed rose. It dreamed how it can to walk, say halo to  the passers, maybe and its friends, and with caravans see everything what it has listened about.
 These days from adjacent fields dandelion has sent its bunch of the seeds. and easy air has carried them more and more fare. Rose looked at one of them. At once while it s giggling, it came to her and pined to the patella full of the red gentle petals.
'Hi what you do?', said halo to her. It laughed quit
 'I am thinking'. it said to him,' how could I see  what is the that palm and how looks like coconut, it said    that is its produce..' Seed of dandelion smiled.
' I like, you know, that like you, something more to see, somewhere further to go'.
Two young people have passed down the doorstep of the terrace and made them shade.
'This peace of glass I have found on the beach' , the young men proselytizes to his girl, 'it has shaped it in beautiful manner.'
' Curtain, he would make necklace to her', said rose,' at least I sow that what is it, he prepares surprise to her.'
'There you go,' said little dandelion, 'you surely saw something and you know, do not be sad.'
'I wish to get off further to find suitable place, further more, I wish to fly little more.'
Just after the seed of dandelion has said its strong wish huge tears of rarely rain came down the ground while the sun lite has went trough in thousand little mirrors. Just when it has tried to fly one of them have got hit the little dandelion, and it, under its burst, fell down to the mug and found it self in shadow of the  rose's haulm.
'Do not worry', it said to him, 'I will protect you, hide there.'
Rain was falling more and more strong and grown into large summer's downpour. In the end when was all gone rose get down the head and had a pick to dandelion's seed. But from its little fellow did not stay not even clue. He get hurt under the burst of mug and water. Pensive, it realized that nobody does not need to wish more than he receives. It need to build in little thing after little thing in it self and its own world and only in that way you will stay.  You never should change what you already are.
Next summer rose is blowing again while some dandelion was sending its little bunch of seeds just under its burst.