I touch
a dandelion
and it scatters from my questing finger.
What are you but fragile?
Fluttering away
from my caress.
I saw your beauty from afar
and in wonderment I float
closer to you.
I touched
a dandelion
and it scattered from my questing finger.
What am I then to you?
You a cloud
in the blue sky.
I want to walk in your shade,
but I soon get soaked,
moving closer to you.
I want to touch
a dandelion
but it always scatters from my questing finger.
...snippets... 
marvel at where peoples inspration comes from sometimes.
This is one of those times
me too, its so interesting how someone else will take the same thing you saw and create something totally different from it.