By Bill Conley
Moral to the Story:
Even the smallest dreamer can do the biggest things. Don’t let others limit
your imagination or tell you it can’t be done. Dream boldly, work patiently,
and never give up. One day, your dream just might take flight.
In a quiet corner of a bustling
green meadow, where the bees hummed lullabies and the wind whispered through
the tall grass, there lived a tiny dandelion named Danny.
Danny wasn’t like the other
dandelions. While they were content soaking up the sun and nodding in the
breeze, Danny had bigger ideas. Much bigger.
“I want to fly,” Danny said one day.
The other flowers giggled.
“Dandelions don’t fly,” chuckled Rosie the Rose.
“We stay rooted,” snorted Tully the Tulip.
“That’s just the way it is,” sighed Petunia.
But Danny looked up at the sky
filled with fluffy clouds and birds soaring high and whispered to himself, “I
believe I can.”
Every day, while the other flowers
focused on blooming just enough to be noticed by butterflies, Danny dreamed. He
watched the birds swoop and the clouds roll. He imagined himself drifting high
above the treetops, carried by the wind, exploring places no dandelion had ever
gone.
He didn’t know how it would happen,
but he believed.
Seasons passed. Danny grew stronger.
His yellow petals turned white and soft like a pillow made of stars. He had
become a puffball—a delicate dome of tiny seeds ready to blow in the wind. His
dream was closer than ever, but he didn’t know it yet.
One morning, the sky darkened.
Thunder rolled like a giant snoring in the clouds. Rain poured down and
lightning danced across the heavens.
Danny held on tight, shivering in
the storm.
“Still dreaming of flying?” Rosie
the Rose teased.
“You’ll be lucky to survive this rainstorm,” added Tully.
“Dreams like yours blow away with the wind,” said Petunia.
Danny trembled, but he still
whispered, “I believe I can.”
And then... it happened.
The next day, the storm passed and
the wind returned, warm and playful. It swirled through the meadow like a
ribbon of laughter. Danny felt it brush against him.
“Now,” the wind whispered.
Danny held his breath.
WHOOSH!
One by one, his tiny seeds took off—parachutes
of hope, dreams, and adventure. Dozens of them lifted into the air,
catching the breeze. One landed in a farmer’s garden. Another in a city park.
One flew all the way to the mountains, another to the sea.
And one... just one... rose higher
than the rest.
Danny’s spirit soared with it. His
dream had come true.
He was flying.
The rose, the tulip, and petunia
stared in amazement.
“Danny really did it,” Rosie
whispered.
“I didn’t think it was possible,” said Tully.
“He dreamed... and it came true,” Petunia added.
But Danny didn’t hear them.
He was sailing over rooftops and
rivers, above chimneys and playgrounds. He floated past clouds and kites,
waving at birds as he went.
And in every place a seed landed, a
new dream began. Tiny green shoots peeked out of the soil. Each one
whispering, “I want to fly too.”
Danny may have been just one little
dandelion in a giant world, but because he dared to dream big, he changed
everything.
He became the first dandelion to fly
higher than any flower had ever gone. And with him, he carried the hopes of
many more.
And so, the meadow was never the
same again. Dandelions everywhere lifted their puffs proudly, waiting for the
wind, believing in the impossible.
Because of Danny.
Because he dreamed big.
Because he never gave up.
And because one little whisper—“I
believe I can”—turned into a sky full of dreams.
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