He couldn't see it yet.

Every day, 

the boy drew his breath deeper into his lungs than he ever had before

and he wished for one thing 

and one thing only...

"I want to change the world," 

he would whisper softly as he held tightly onto his dandelion with both hands.

But because he couldn't be more specific than that, 

he never saw that every day, 

with every dandelion, 

with every wish...

his breath would move the clouds

and the sky would dance with the sea

and people who had once been sad would smile.

The power of his breath already had begun to change the world,

and one day he would lead millions.

But he couldn't see it...yet.

Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Steve Brian.