The Assonance of Dandelions

There is assonance in everything
Even the flower power of a dandelion. 
Growing stubbornly 
in the cracks of the pavement. 

Is it meaningless? 
Or does its story resonate 
In the universe. 
Can its strength save the world? 
Is it touching everyone? 

Or can it just save me 
From my desires. 
From my needs. 
From my loneliness. 
Like the warmth of an embrace 
In the cold darkness of night. 

Can it end 
This aching 
This smoldering fire 
This latent heat.