The big dandelion wisp floated in the, air at the whim of the light wind, up and down, a good 10 ft high. It danced its way back and forth, to one side, then the next, floating high and dipping
low. Dancing to the music of wind.
It floated in the wind, watching the trees sway, the dust bits blow along the road, the sky so clear that it could see the stars twinkling beyond the cloud fluffs, even though it was daytime.
The two legged called it a dandelion wisp but, if they could clearly see, would call it a fairy.