Dandelion among giants

A dandelion on a patch of grass outside my apartment.
All the dandelions I have seen were short plants; they didn't grow taller than 20cm. Standing so lowly among trees that must have seemed like towering giants to them, I wonder how do the dandelions feel?
Inferior? Self-pity? Jealous?
Do they ever aspire to be taller, to stand as tall as those woody trees?
Do they ever wish to get out of others' shadows, and to have others stand in their shadows for once?
If they could achieve such a change, would they like it?
For this dandelion, its life was nearing an end. After it has released its seeds into the air, it would wither and die. It would not have the chance to grow taller. Its life and legacy would have to live on through its seeds.
I wondered then, if this very dandelion, using each of its last seconds with its seeds, reminded them again and again to grow taller, to make a better future for themselves.
A future not in the shadow of another.
A future that perhaps will one day lead to giant dandelions.